My cat Sam died last night. I was on my way to Albemarle this morning and saw him on the side of the road near the 'Steel Bridge'. I saw this little black mass on the dirt and I knew it was him. I kept driving for a minute before I turned around. I went to Doris' to get Carlyn. I didn't want to go get his body alone. I love my animals as if they were people. We pulled over and I went to make sure it was him. I put a towel around him and placed him in my car. I became very angry and started kicking everything and cursing as loud as I could. There was a couple in a canoe about twenty-five yards away, but I didn't care. When we got home, I dug a hole by the lake and put him in it. He shouldn't be dead.