As many of you know, I lost my sweet girl Sammie this past Friday, on 12-14-18, after first taking her to the vet on 11-10-18. She had fluid in her chest, & a large mass on her liver.
It was carcinoma. We fought together for a month and just over 3 days.
This is our story and Rainbow Bridge tribute.......
My sweet girl Sammie, you were only in my life for two years, and two and a half months.
It had just been seven months after losing my sweet boy Angel.
I didn't think I'd be ready for another fur baby, for at least a year. I swore by it.
With Angel having been my first, I was so heartbroken. Little did I know that God, Angel, and you, had other plans.
It was Labor day weekend, 2016 when you first showed up on my porch. I had never seen you before, and didn't know where you came from. You wore no collar, but were friendly, and let me sit by you, and pet you. I thought you must belong to someone, or had at one time.
By day two, you were sitting in front of my door looking in. I couldn't resist you, so I opened the door, and said you could come in. You hesitated a little, but then came on in.
Just like Angel, you walked in, walked around checking out the place, then proceeded to lay down on the living room floor, as if to say,"Okay, I'm home."
You stayed for a little while, then you were back on your way. Where that was, I did not know. You continued coming back, until I decided...or should I say, eccepted that you were meant to be with me.
You were so sleek, lean, and beautiful. Your left ear was tipped, but I couldn't see if you were a boy, or a girl, and didn't know if you'd let me look. For some reason, I was feeling that you were a boy. Maybe because I had just had one for six and a half years, that energy was still with me. I kept asking you what your name was, and looking at you, trying to think of one. Then I got Samuel. Sammy for short. ......Boy was I wrong! Yep, I should have seen it in those fluffy little girl cheeks. You were a girl! I thought about changing your name, but you were already learning it, so Sammie it was. We just changed the "y" to an "ie."
It still fit you anyway, because you were sassy and sweet!
I don't think it was even a month before I was taking you to the vet, to have you checked out, vaccinated, and officially made mine.
I truly believe that Angel led you to me. I can't believe that until recently, I never realized that it was exactly seven months to the day, that I said good-by to Angel. Then you showed up. February 5th to September 5th. ...How did I miss that!?
After only getting six and a half years, with Angel, I was so looking forward to having many long years with a healthy kitty. Especially after Angel having gone through so much.
Sadly, that was not our fate.
After a few days of you not eating enough, I knew I had to get you to the vet before you got
in the danger zone. X-Rays showed fluid in your chest. The vet hated telling me that, because that is how it all started with Angel, and she was there with me all of the way.
Ultrasound reviled a large mass on your liver. Test reviled it was carcinoma. My heart sank to my stomach and stayed there. Many tears flowed after.
Two words I now hate. lymphoma, and carcinoma. Both in which fall under the worst of all...Cancer! I was so upset, and also mad. ...I had my "mad at God" moments. He knows everything I went through with Angel. Emotionally, and financially. How could he allow this to be happening again, and so soon with another?
She was supposed to be my health girl after all of that. After some time, the only conclusion I can come up with, is that had she still been on her own, not properly cared for, she would have never gotten the help, and she would have most likely suffered alone. Passing alone and scared, instead of in the presence of love.
I gave her a good home, all the care she needed, and an infinite amount of love.
I treated like the princess she was.
I fought for her, buying as much time as I could for us. She fought for me too, knowing how much I loved her. Eating for me when I held the dish up for her. Knowing that without the Cypro, she probably wouldn't have eaten at all.
Chemo gave me two extra months with Angel. Keeping Sammie's chest drained, gave me an extra month with her.
You were such a good girl. You were such a tough, brave girl.
You went from being able to go outside during the day, to transitioning exceptionally well, when we had to move to your grandma and grampa's house, and you had to stay inside.
Little did you know, that despite all the love mommy gave you, it was about to multiply by two. You were loved and spoiled even more!
I'm so very sorry you were sick my little one.
I wish I could have taken it all away. It was time for you to have your wings.
Play in the sunshine my love, no sickness or pain will ever touch you again.
Thank you for choosing me to be your mommy.
Fly free my beautiful girl. Until we meet again, you will forever be in my heart.
R.I.P my sweet girl,
Mommy loves you!
This was the first day you got up on the couch and layed with me. It was just two days after I first let you in.
There's that silly girl!
It was carcinoma. We fought together for a month and just over 3 days.
This is our story and Rainbow Bridge tribute.......
My sweet girl Sammie, you were only in my life for two years, and two and a half months.
It had just been seven months after losing my sweet boy Angel.
I didn't think I'd be ready for another fur baby, for at least a year. I swore by it.
With Angel having been my first, I was so heartbroken. Little did I know that God, Angel, and you, had other plans.
It was Labor day weekend, 2016 when you first showed up on my porch. I had never seen you before, and didn't know where you came from. You wore no collar, but were friendly, and let me sit by you, and pet you. I thought you must belong to someone, or had at one time.
By day two, you were sitting in front of my door looking in. I couldn't resist you, so I opened the door, and said you could come in. You hesitated a little, but then came on in.
Just like Angel, you walked in, walked around checking out the place, then proceeded to lay down on the living room floor, as if to say,"Okay, I'm home."
You stayed for a little while, then you were back on your way. Where that was, I did not know. You continued coming back, until I decided...or should I say, eccepted that you were meant to be with me.
You were so sleek, lean, and beautiful. Your left ear was tipped, but I couldn't see if you were a boy, or a girl, and didn't know if you'd let me look. For some reason, I was feeling that you were a boy. Maybe because I had just had one for six and a half years, that energy was still with me. I kept asking you what your name was, and looking at you, trying to think of one. Then I got Samuel. Sammy for short. ......Boy was I wrong! Yep, I should have seen it in those fluffy little girl cheeks. You were a girl! I thought about changing your name, but you were already learning it, so Sammie it was. We just changed the "y" to an "ie."
It still fit you anyway, because you were sassy and sweet!
I don't think it was even a month before I was taking you to the vet, to have you checked out, vaccinated, and officially made mine.
I truly believe that Angel led you to me. I can't believe that until recently, I never realized that it was exactly seven months to the day, that I said good-by to Angel. Then you showed up. February 5th to September 5th. ...How did I miss that!?
After only getting six and a half years, with Angel, I was so looking forward to having many long years with a healthy kitty. Especially after Angel having gone through so much.
Sadly, that was not our fate.
After a few days of you not eating enough, I knew I had to get you to the vet before you got
in the danger zone. X-Rays showed fluid in your chest. The vet hated telling me that, because that is how it all started with Angel, and she was there with me all of the way.
Ultrasound reviled a large mass on your liver. Test reviled it was carcinoma. My heart sank to my stomach and stayed there. Many tears flowed after.
Two words I now hate. lymphoma, and carcinoma. Both in which fall under the worst of all...Cancer! I was so upset, and also mad. ...I had my "mad at God" moments. He knows everything I went through with Angel. Emotionally, and financially. How could he allow this to be happening again, and so soon with another?
She was supposed to be my health girl after all of that. After some time, the only conclusion I can come up with, is that had she still been on her own, not properly cared for, she would have never gotten the help, and she would have most likely suffered alone. Passing alone and scared, instead of in the presence of love.
I gave her a good home, all the care she needed, and an infinite amount of love.
I treated like the princess she was.
I fought for her, buying as much time as I could for us. She fought for me too, knowing how much I loved her. Eating for me when I held the dish up for her. Knowing that without the Cypro, she probably wouldn't have eaten at all.
Chemo gave me two extra months with Angel. Keeping Sammie's chest drained, gave me an extra month with her.
You were such a good girl. You were such a tough, brave girl.
You went from being able to go outside during the day, to transitioning exceptionally well, when we had to move to your grandma and grampa's house, and you had to stay inside.
Little did you know, that despite all the love mommy gave you, it was about to multiply by two. You were loved and spoiled even more!
I'm so very sorry you were sick my little one.
I wish I could have taken it all away. It was time for you to have your wings.
Play in the sunshine my love, no sickness or pain will ever touch you again.
Thank you for choosing me to be your mommy.
Fly free my beautiful girl. Until we meet again, you will forever be in my heart.
R.I.P my sweet girl,
Mommy loves you!
This was the first day you got up on the couch and layed with me. It was just two days after I first let you in.
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