Sam - He entered our lives a bit more than 5 years ago. Sam was the name I gave to him since he looked like your "everyday" cat. He was an extremely ill rescue. He was so malnourished that clumps of fur would fall off while being petted. The balls of his paws were the palest white I had ever seen. My wife and I took turns attending to him. He had to be hand fed. At first, he was even too weak to stand for an extended period. Walking was not even an afterthought. I recall the first time I went to groom him and his fur just fell off revealing bald spots. I was worried he might not make it. Well, Sam did make it and more. We have a number of cats, but Sam immediately became the statesman. His calm demeanor, friendliness, and confidence was a site to see. And, boy was he affectionate. One of his habits was to crawl up on my back and kneed. He did the same at night to the top of my wife's head. He was always willing to sit on a lap. Purring was as constant as his presence. This past week, tragedy struck. His appetite almost disappeared overnite. What we thought was Sam trying to expel a hairball turned out to be worse, far worse. A visit to the vet showed Sam to be in heart failure with severe pulmonary edema. While the vet is unsure for the cause, he thinks cancer is the best guess. We took him home hoping he might improve, but his condition has worsened. He is losing weight daily. He will not take any food except for liquids sparingly. He lies in one place. I do not make a habit of posting personal events as most will know. Sam will be leaving us this coming Monday at 5 PM. He has been a gift. This hurts. Thanks for reading/listening. Thanks, Sam. Here is one of Sam's vintage back rubs.