We have gradually adapted her home, as her age has limited her movement. Her food and litter box used to be in the laundry on the ground level of our split level home, but she has always liked to sleep on our bed, and the stairs got to be too much for her a couple years ago, so the box moved into our bedroom. The food came up too, but to keep the dog from eating it, we had to build an enclosure that only Sam could enter.
She is not in pain. She is not sick. But today, getting to her feet is a challenge. I have to demonstrate for the Upper Midwest Beading Society at the MN State Fair this afternoon, and I feel badly leaving her. But my son will be here with her, and can call me in a emergency, and keep her fed and comfortable.
She has been as faithful a companion as any cat chooses to be, for nearly all of her life. It's hard for me to imagine how she ended up at the humane society, because she is an easy-going little creature. If she has a fault, it's that she was only rarely a lap kitty, but many are not, and she has been affectionate with us on her own terms. I know she has lived a full and long life, and it pleases me that she is still happy to purr when her head and face are groomed and petted. But I also know she will not be with us much longer.
For my beading friends, yes, this is certainly a departure. But I was told to use my new camera in preparation for my first photography class next week, and have done so for this post. Indulge me.
POSTSCRIPT: Samantha experienced a sort of feline stroke and was unable to swallow without choking. On Sunday, September 16th, we took her to the emergency vet, where she was euthanized to end her suffering.