It just makes it much harder when they disappear and/or die.
A couple of years ago, Sammy went missing for two weeks. TWO WEEKS people. I went through the whole crying and grieving stage because my sister and husband both told me he probably wasn't coming back. I had made peace with that and then one Sunday I get a phone call from the pet finder place (to which Sam had a microchip) and Sam came back. Not the very next day...but 13 days later. Hallelujah, my family was back together and Stanley had his twin back.
Sam always was an adventurous boy. He was the hunter, the explorer, and he generally did what he wanted but every few days he would need major attention from the time Tyler got out of bed to when we went to bed and he would scratch at the door wanting to sleep with us. Those time when he would lay stretch out on your lap or curl up under the covers because he liked to be warm, he was a precious baby. He loved his ma and pa and they loved him. He knew that.
|Sammy in play "fight" mode|
We will miss Samsonite so very much and soon (hopefully) I won't be so sad that he is gone. In the mean time, thinking about his sweet face and soft ears makes me sad he won't be on my lap later but at least Sam had a good life and was outside on a sunny day (something he always preferred).