My lovely, silly boy came home with me 8 years ago today.
Sam's a lover--he leans against you to get petted, he sleeps next to me on the sofa or in my bed, spreading over on top of his sister whenever he can.
He's a serious eater. He sits next to me as I eat, watching each mouthful, hoping for a nibble or for a dish to lick. It doesn't matter that he rarely gets people food. Despite eight years of experience, hope still spring eternal.
He has cheerfully put up with two bossy bitches in his life here. (Three, if you count me.)
He has lovely wonky ears. Both ears go up, then the left one folds over backwards.
He's the love of my life, and I'm looking forward to more years with him.
Love you, BooBoo.