This is a very old picture... possibly from 1999 or very early 2000's.
When I was very young, some close family friends moved to an apartment that didn't allow pets. They had Sammy since he was a kitten for 10 years. They refused to take him to the shelter because they loved him too much.
We took Sammy into our home when he was already 10 years old. I think my mom thought he didn't have much more life left in him, but she was very wrong.
I grew to love this cat. As he got older, he got messier. He shed hair a lot, and he unfortunately had seizures sometimes, which caused him to drool. My mom thought he was old and gross, and I felt so bad for him, I spent more and more time with him because no one else would. And I ended up bonding with him. I think I always end up loving the pet that no one else wants
So despite some health problems that likely came with age, that damn cat lived to be 23 years old! (I'm only 22 today!) He is the first pet I ever felt a strong connection with, and losing him was devastating.
I never expressed this to anyone, because at the time I was a freshman in high school and it wasn't cool to cry. I thought I would share this in memory of Sammy. Thanks to anyone who stopped by to read