Thursday, February 25, 2010

Crossing the Rainbow Bridge

The Rainbow Bridge
 
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.  When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. 

There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.   All the animals who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. 

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing, they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.   They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver.   Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. 

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. 

Then together you and your special pet cross the Rainbow Bridge... 

                                            --Author Unknown 

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Rest in Peace - Sampson Davis, Jr. August 7, 1995 to February 24, 2010

Our hearts are full from all the love and grief we feel with the loss of our beloved Sampson. His message would be that he had a good, full life and gave and received lots of love. Cancer is what took him away but what gave him life was his curiosity, ornery ways (especially to dogs), mousing abilities, social network in the woods behind the house, daring ways nose to nose with wood rats and his wonderful healing powers. He could lay near whoever was sick and heal them. Sampson you will be missed but it won't be a surprise to see you in our dreams. We love you "Coolio, Cool Cat, Coolest Cat in Town, Sampsy, and of course Sampson."

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Help Say "Thank You" to All Our Veterans and Help Them Heal with Pets for Vets

I was surfing the internet and found this cool site! Veterans can have a chance to let their furry loved on heal them. I personally know I have healing powers. I have been called "Doctor Sampson" because whenever someone is sick I stay with them. My attending help gets them all better. This whole Pets for Vets plan sounds like a win:win situation. 

Here are some things that can be donated (copied and pasted from their web site).

Crates (all sizes)
Beds (all sizes)
Towels
Metal food bowls
Kong chew toys (all sizes)
Stuffed dog toys
6 foot leashes
Dog Collars (all sizes)
No slip collars
EZ walk harness
Dog food
Dog treats
Grooming equipment (brushes, nail clippers)
Baby gates

You really have to check out the web site for more info. 

The official website:


Sampson gives a four paw salute to all veterans! Thank you for serving our country. MWAH

☼☼☼☼☼Sampson☼☼☼☼☼

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Nom Nom Nom I Loves Me Some Fresh Catch and More - Guidelines for Feeding Me

It is no secret that I love to eat. But I don't just eat anything you stick under my nose. I am a lover of fresh fish and chicken. I have been ambitious about trying new things. When new to the world I once scaled somebody's leg so I could check out the frying bacon. But I am getting older now and my tastes are more discriminatory. Just in case you ever come bearing gifts here are some guidelines:

  • Don't get too hopeful. One day I  ♥ a food and the next I won't. Don't ask me why, I am just that kind of cool cat.
  • Fix me a plate too. Turkey lunch meat is my personal favorite. I don't get why people have separate food from me. Stupid.
  • Ice is a must. I  ♥ water. My personal favorite is toilet water. What is the big deal? This is a cool bowl with fresh, cool water. If you fill my water dish it MUST have ice. If you put it on the table, all the better.
  • Share. If you sit down with a plate of food, you had better have me in mind.
  • Help me out. I am getting older. One of my favorites is pre-chewed meat. Mommy does this especially for me. She chews up her beef and lets me have it. No it is NOT gross! It is LOVE  ♥ ♥ ♥
  • Fresh catch must be prepared with my tastes in mind. If you cook salmon steaks, shrimp, crab legs and other sea offerings-prepare some with bland seasonings. Make enough for both of us. I eat this like crazy. 


OK so now that you have an idea of my tastes, take some advice. As an advocate for all miracle cats, I am asking you to donate cat food to other cats who have nothing. While enjoying the creature comforts, keep in mind that there are starving animals who need love and attention. Here's a great place to start: Animal Shelters

❀❀❀❀❀ Sampson ❀❀❀^..^❀❀❀

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Sampson is Pleased to Announce His Blog

Hello, Sampson here all the way from Council Bluffs, Iowa. I am going to be 14 in August, born in 1996. From the beginning hope and opportunity became the mark for survival. Earthly life almost ended about as quickly as it came. First person was not a nice person (they were stupid) and they put me in a bag, closed it and threw me away. It wouldn't be long before somebody came around. If something had not happened, crossing the rainbow bridge would have been inevitable.

When somebody came by the dumpster the best way to be heard was to cry. Mew, mew, mew and on and on until an earth angel provided rescue. Love Mews and Purrs started pouring from my happy heart. First matter of business was to fatten me up. It seems that cottage cheese was a personal favorite. Before long, fur was fluffing up and strength became fortified. Nice parent (and SMART parent) could not keep kitties so it was time to find a loving home. Nice parent found me another nice parent to provide a good home. 

It seems that from the beginning there was a need to seek out which family member would be mine. To hear it told, it seems that new parent number one would be the one chosen. This was indicated by selecting said parent's cheek and giving a kitty kiss. Seems like the new mommy was not keen on taking in another four legged angel. With mission at hand to break this woman down all sorts of tricks were played. The kiss became a favorite, only followed by my "hello Mommy, let me roll on my back for a tummy rub" technique. Not one to give away any signs on weakness, I sufficiently attacked any hand contact with my tummy. Mommy learned that the best tummy tickle was one with a well shooed foot.


So this is my first blog post. I have many stories to tell, so stay tuned. MWAH (kisses) Sampson