Letters to Sammy: One Year Later

Dear Sammy,

Well, here we are: one year later. On one hand, it feels like an eternity. On another, it feels like yesterday.

In either case, it sucks.

The weather has been fairly crap; we’ve gotten a lot of rain and it’s been cooler. Your dad hasn’t had sardines in the past year. His heart’s just not in it and he misses being able to split the bounty with you. He loved you. You were the apple of his eye. How do I know? He’d turn up the heat for you and not me.

I still have mornings where I think I hear you, meowing for breakfast. There have been mornings where I thought I felt you jumping on the bed. Some days, as I wander the pet food aisles at Petco or Pet Supplies Plus, I spot something that I think you would have enjoyed, whether it’s kibble or canned.

You loved getting treats and I loved getting them for you. I remember the night I got a double cheeseburger from Culver’s and we ended up splitting it. Or the day I had grabbed a pouch of wet food and you found it, then proceeded to chew a hole in the packaging so you could eat it. Heh, I tried scolding you but you looked at me as if to say, “You were gonna give it to me anyway.”

I remember you looking me full in the face as you swatted my cell phone off the counter. I remember how, on really bad days, you’d get in my lap and lay there, purring in my ears. I remember all the times I’d try and snap a picture of you; you’d look at the camera, blink, and just as I pressed the button, you’d walk away. You had that timing completely perfect, as I got a lot of pictures of your tail.

To this day, I still think you did that on purpose. Stupid you were not.

I miss your purr. I miss your paw on the back of my head whenever I bent over. I miss you climbing into and making a nest out of the laundry. I miss the irritated looks you would give me as I tried to move you out of my path. I miss you popping me in the mouth with your paw whenever I’d make a slight squeak to get your attention. (I wonder if you thought there was a mouse in my mouth…) I miss your hugs. I miss your chatter. I miss tripping over you in the morning. I miss hauling bags of cat food and ripping them open.

I miss you. So does your dad. You have no idea, Sammy.

Your mom,

Silverwynde

P.S. I wish things had turned out differently. You have no idea.

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About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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