You were my first prince. My peace keeper and best friend during my darkest times when no one else could understand. You comforted me every time I cried, even during movies. You followed me everywhere and would use your long tail as a reassuring arm around me anytime you'd sit next to me. You looked at me with all the love, adoration and unconditional trust I never thought I deserved. You were my constant. My calm in every storm. I understood you differently than everyone else and you knew me better than I knew myself.

I knew you were ready to say goodbye and in my denial, I never got the chance to let you. For that I will forever be regretful and truly sorry. I wish more than anything for a chance to go back and give you a real goodbye.

I know you were withering but you never stopped being your calm, comforting and empathetic self. Your body failed you but you never stopped doing what you loved and you never stopped loving.

I feel lost knowing I will never be able to scratch your chin or coax you out of the bathroom after you convince me to turn on the dripping faucet for you. I will never again feel the gentle bump of your frail body against my legs as you greet me. I will never hear the sound of your distinct meow when you need the back door opened so you can nap out on the table on the back deck.

But you were my guardian angel when I needed you most and I will always be thankful and grateful for one of the most beautiful gifts I would ever be given.
You, Samson.
Pretty Boy.

Rest now, my prince. You deserve the peace you always brought to me. Nothing could ever make me forget you or stop loving you.
Thank you. Thank you.

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