I have a cat named Sam. He is very sick now. Hes not eating or drinking much and is lethargic and really skinny. Me and my dad took him to the vet and they said that death is in his near future. He has some kind of illness that my family doesn't have the money to pay for tests for it. Even then, the vet says there is a slim chance to cure him. She said that euthanasia is the most humane thing to do now. That made me cry. I'm going to miss Samby. He was always my fat loveable cat. He would always come to me when I snapped my fingers and he'd rub his head on my hand. He liked to rub his head on things. Sometimes I would put my head down to his level so he would bump my head. Sometimes we'd tease him by tickling his back until it twitched and he'd get mad. He always had a loud meow. I just feel so bad that I didn't give him as much attention as I should have. I was so worried about my oldest cat, Sesame that I forgotton all about Samby. I'm really going to miss the big lug. My mom would get mad at him 'cause he'd always act like a martyr. It was funny that Samby was scared at everything and always thought my mom was going to brush him or give him a bath and he'd meow as if he were in pain, but really my mom was just picking him up to give him some food. Its so sad to see Sam sick like he is now. I wish I could help him somehow. I don't want him to go now. I love my little Samby.



Here is the Rainbow Bridge poem:



By the edge of a wood, at the foot of a hill,

is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.

Where the friends of man and woman do run,

when their time on earth is over and done.



For her, between this world and the next,

is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.

On this golden land, they wait and they play,

till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.



No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,

for here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.

Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,

their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.



They romp through the grass, without even a care,

until one day they start, and sniff at the air.

All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,

then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.



For just that instant, their eyes have met;

Together again, boyh person and pet.

So they run to each other, these friends from long past,

the time of their parting is over at last.



The sadness they felt while they were apart,

has turned into joy once more in each heart.

They embrace with a love that will last forever,

and then, side-by-side,

they cross over . . . together.



I know. this poem always makes me cry.