|Samwise, who loved shoes.|
|just a wee nugget|
Sam was my first baby - the first wee tiny creature whose care was totally and completely entrusted to me. I was twenty-five and finally living somewhere that allowed cats. A friend of a co-worker had found some kittens and their mama in a parking lot and I got the first pick. They were all grey tabby cats and then there was Sam - bright blue eyes and impossibly big feet. He slept in the crook of my arm and when my still-new boyfriend Andrew stayed over he would dive under the covers and attack his feet, legs and other parts.
I wondered if having kids would change my feelings for my animals, and was a little surprised to find that it didn't. There is something precious about the gift of loving a not-human creature, of getting to form a relationship with my own cat. In a way that is sort of similar to babies the only way to really know a cat is to live with him day in and day out. But of course a pet doesn't ever outgrow you - they grow up and stay reliably in the relationship, doing whatever it is they have established that they do. If you are lucky that includes cuddles and pets and those deep throaty purrs with the alto overtones that mean there is no one like you. It's not really comparable to parenthood, I know this very well, but it is a special gift. I have never been able to feel at home without animal friends, and Samwise has been there for all of the home making that I am most proud of. He'll forever be in my heart and lurking somewhere in the background of most of J's baby photos, but it hurts my heart that he'll never be in my lap again.
|RIP sweet goofy cat.|