Sam and I cried like babies when I moved out of my rental house of 7 years in December 2006. It was only two blocks from Sam's house and it made it easy to see each other, but I was falling further and further behind with my bills. Depression will make you very reclusive.
I gave Sam a painting and on the back it said "I love you, Sam! In my way! XOXOX! KD Christmas 2006."
I always said "I loved him in my way," because I am not a very good companion. I'd be cross if Sam talked too much and I hardly ever wanted to go out on the town. Sam would tell me he wouldn't change a hair on my crazy head.
After I moved, Sam clocked the distance. "It's only 3 miles, but it's a long 3 miles, KD," he said, sadly. And it was. And now Sam is dead. I don't want to be here either.
