Samson, or as we often called him, "Fluffy" died yesterday evening, December 13, 2014. He was 13 years old. We were gone most of that day. When we came home later that evening we found him dead. Our vet said it was likely a massive heart attack.
We brought Samson into our household about a year before the girls were born. Samson was the only cat we ever purchased. He was a flame-point Himalayan / Persian. When we got him, he was a tiny puff of white fur. He ended up being a large, heavy cat with a large personality. He liked to lounge about most of the day. He talked a lot as well - letting you know when he was ready for attention, when the water bowl was empty, and that it was time to bring out the food. If he had a flaw, it was his grooming habits. His long, luxurious fur was more of a liability to him. It frequently matted - getting so bad that we would have to have him shaved to start all over again. Afterward, he looked like a lamb that just had its wool shorn.
He lived in four homes: Jackson, TN, St. Louis, MO, Cape Giradeau, MO (vicarage year) and Friendswood, TX. Like Truman, the Samson has always been a fixture in our girls' lives. His sudden death was a shock to all of us. He was a fun, lovable friend that will be greatly missed,
