Our sweet Samson kitty was PTS this afternoon. He was in kidney failure and had gone drastically downhill in the last couple of days. We honestly aren't sure if he would have even made it through the night tonight.

Samson was the cat we never intended to have. He moved into the crawlspace under our house when we were living out in the country, and eventually moved into the house and into our lives permanently. We think he was probably dumped out in the woods somewhere, as he had obviously been a pet before.

He was one of those truly great cats--just a sweetheart. He was a great lap cat, and would play like a kitten right up until he got sick (and even then on the good days). He had his feline quirks--he was constantly underfoot. Samson was great with the girls, so patient, and he is the only one of our cats that our 21 month-old daughter calls by name--"Tam-Tam."

We're going to really miss our kitty-boy.