During the night I woke up only to have Sam laying on my chest with this look on his face looking down at me. The first thing I thought was "Am I dying?" I know weird first thought. But he has just been creeping me out lately. First of all, he spent a weekend following my husband around. He would even go as far as laying outside of the bathroom door, and he let go of his fear of the garage to watch my husband when he was out there. This is really out of character for Sam. I attribute his weirdness to it finally hitting him that both of the girls are gone, and one of them took his friend Lilly, who has been here with Sam for the past 3 or 4 years. Lily was like that stone you get inside of your sock. A constant irritation that drives you nuts, but when it is finally gone, you really miss it. He still has his real buddy 12 year old Claire, but she sleeps nearly constantly. I will find him laying beside her or he will be spending the time licking her body like he is cleaning her. Mind you she is 80 pounds and he is 12 pounds, so it takes a while to clean her up.
All I keep thinking of is those stories I've seen about the nursing home cats that always end up sleeping on the end of the bed of whoever is going to cork next.