Samson can now see, he is out of pain and running the long grasses of Heaven with his buddy Shell.
I took him in this morning, as I said his eye was pouring pus and that is never a good sign. They took the stitches out and his eye was so angry and ugly. The mass had not only spread, but it was now a bulge with these tissue like connectors coming off the sides and attaching to his retina. It looked like a minature octopus in his eye. Really strange, this cancer.
To make matters worse, the other eye was now starting to spread out with an ugly-colored mass.
So it wasn’t just a matter of covering the rest of Shell’s cost, it was doing what is best for Sam and that was to let him go.
I don’t want to lose anymore cats from this colony. But I can’t stand the thought that in rescuing these kitties from another “rescuer” I have turned into a cyber beggar banging my cup in web space and asking wonderful people who are also struggling with their own issues to help out.
Sam would have been an eyeless, earless kitty. At ten years old (or he is perhaps older) to ask him to undergo such stress and pain is unfair to him. Yes, he deserved a life- and to some extent he had one. His last days were spent on our bed, with food, warmth, plenty of love and Delilah for company.
So goodbye sweet boy- you run free and happy now. You left on a river of my tears to meet the angels waiting in the wings. I will see you again- and God, I know you are listening. I don’t want to lose anymore cats. If you could arrange that, I would be grateful.
Thanks to those of you who offered prayers and vibes and good wishes and who sent money. The money raised covers the initial procedure on Samson and it gave us a chance to at least try and save him. In the end, it just wasn’t meant to be.