So Long Sammy

Amy wrote me yesterday to say that she had had to let Sammy go. A purr pillow to the last.

I will miss him.

He was such a great fellow: what a love-y, love-y, love-y cat. Although I'll never forget his 7th and 8th lives being forfeited in that plunge off the beam onto the edge of the coffee table. ?! Or his "night out" in the god-forsaken motel off the highway in Missouri on the way here. That was his 9th life right there.