12/06/93 - 01/02/11
Human family: Joan MacDonald-Bradford

Samantha

You were so adorable, and caught the eye of my middle son immediately. That we would be going home with you was never in any doubt. You were named by "dad", and Samantha fit you well. Over the years it would morph in to Sammy Girl Kitty. Your tail got broken, but you recovered uneventfully and you would have terrible allergic reactions to flea meds. Not until your 17th year did you experience any health issues, and you hated those thyroid pills at first. Twice a day, like clock work, you got your pill and a treat (usually a little cheese). You were so BIG people used to ask if you were actually a dog (pardon the word) as your papa was a Maine Coon. You bore all their best traits. Through the years you would welcome fosters, and rescues and new family members, all without getting a floofie tail, lol. You handled the arrival of your half brother well, mothering him until he was old enough, then one day you clocked him, put him in his place and all was well. It was so funny. In the end, we tried new medicine, in fact that very week you were to go on blood pressure medicine. It was not to be though, and I came home that night and I knew, even before I searched for you, that you were gone. I avoided going up stairs for as long as I could. I knew, when you didn't greet me at the door, as you had for over 18 years, that you had gained your wings. And, yet it was such a shock. I was totally devastated by your loss. I miss you to this day and I am getting a tattoo in your memory. I also rescue black kitties, almost exclusively, in your honor. You were my heart kitty Sammy, and I miss you each and every day. I know that we will be reunited one day and I will know the joy of looking at your face and stroking your soft fur once more. <3 <3

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