He didn’t understand what was going on. Suddenly, one of his owners was gone, and the other no longer had energy to play with him. Sammy was one year old. He loved to play. He loved to get into trouble. Now … things were changing.
Sammy loved his owners, and he knew they loved him. But where did the man go? Why was the woman so sad? She cried all the time. He didn’t understand what was going on.
The nights grew colder which made the bed feel crisp, so Sammy would cuddle up beside the woman to keep warm. She often pulled her arm out of the blankets to hold him. Sammy would extend his soft paw to touch her face, and she would start crying again. The woman often cried herself to sleep.
The days became shorter leaving the house in an eerie shadow. Soon snow was on the ground outside. The woman slowly stopped crying and turned her attention to him. Sammy loved it when she talked to him. It made him feel a part of her life. He wanted to be there for her.
It came to be so that the best part of each day was when the noise came from beyond the dark door. He loved that sound because he knew she had come home to him. Sammy spent the evenings trying to get her attention. He would jump in her lap or play with her hair. He noticed that just being with her made her happier.
Time went by and soon the woman was back to normal. Now and then a letter would arrive. With tears in her eyes, the woman would hold the letter for hours as she looked at it over and over. Sammy knew that was the best time to jump in her lap. She would hug him as he purred to show his love.
Months went by, and something was changing again. The woman was getting excited. Sammy knew he must be the reason she was so happy. One day the woman couldn’t hold still. She paced around the house looking out the window. Sammy loved the window and would follow her around so he could look out with her.
A vehicle pulled up, and a man got out. Sammy watched as he walked closer to the door. He looked so familiar. He was wearing a lot of brown with big boots on his feet. The woman saw him and started crying again. Was she sad? Who was this man?
The man opened the door, dropping his green seabags as the woman jumped into his arms. Several minutes passed—they wouldn’t let go of each other. Sammy was hesitant, but he crept closer to smell this strange man. His boots were stained with sand and smelled as though he had never taken them off. The man bent down and picked Sammy up. Sammy knew that man. He knew that voice. His owner was home.
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