My parents put him down on friday - he was elderly and they took him to the vets as he was unwell and found many many problems.
They didn't tell me or my sister for a few days as I was unwell and my sister was away. Doesn't matter how old we get they still want to protect us which is nice.
Dad buried him in the garden next to his brother.
We got those cats the day before my sister's 6th birthday. The other one died soon after I left home.
I would have like to say goodbye, but even if they had told me on friday I wouldn;t have been able to - woudl I?
Kinda feels like my childhood is over completely now he's gone in a silly way probably.
It'll be strange not having him around. He was a wonderful cat - so friendly to everyone. Never bit or hit or got wound up. Was a character as well. Lots of the kids my mum teaches at home adored him as well as the kids that lived near them.
RIP Sam.