Sam was our orange tabby and for eleven years he made our house feel like home. He met us at the door every day, winding around our legs. He watched our two kids grow up. He even stayed with me during late-night feedings, curled by their feet on scary nights, and took every messy hug without a fuss.

In the mornings, he used to sit on the windowsill and look out at the neighborhood. In the afternoons he found the warmest sun spot and kept me company while I cooked. At night, we’d pile on the couch for a movie, and Sam would plop right in the middle like he belonged there (which he did).

Even near the end, he just wanted to be close to us. We miss his little paws and the orange and white hair on our clothes. You’ll always be our brave, bright boy. We love you and we’ll never forget you!