Sammy

by Schuyler
(Rensselaer, NY, USA)

When I was in the first grade, my mother drove us out to a house in the middle of nowhere. It was there that I picked out a six month old Maine Coon cat. He was brown with black stripes and had a sandy yellow underbelly. We took him. For five days we tried to find a fitting name. My dad suggested that we name him Sam as he was born on May 15th, tax day. We saw it fit and our new cat was named Sam.

Sam had many features about him. Like how he loved to be scratched under the lower low, how when I got up early, he was there next to a GameCube controller waiting to play, how he loved yogurt, when he ate fish and threw it up after, how he would be there when I was sick at home, how he would come to bed every night with me. The one thing that was his one distinction he was overweight. I always said he was full of love, not fat. While other cats came and went, Sam stuck with us even when we moved.

On the 28th day of July at six PM Sam passed away from natural causes. He was fourteen.