Hey everyone, as you can see, I'm new here. I'm Tori and I'm 15 years old.
For my entire life I've had my tabby cat, Reggie. My mother adopted him from the Humane Society before I was even born, and when I was a baby he always followed me around and watched me. He even slept in my stroller. As I got older he still watched over me and shadowed everywhere I went.
In the last couple years his health started to go down hill. His arthritis seized up his back legs and it was difficult for him to move around. He tried his hardest and he got around even though it was tough for him. He used to make a habbit of coming up while my family was watching television and he'd sit up on our laps and snuggle. He was great that way. After his legs seized up so bad that he couldn't make it up the stairs at all, I made a habit of bringing him upstairs while my family was sitting together, and we used to love him up and he enjoyed that so much. He'd purr and purr and you could tell that he was happy.
Everytime he walked, he would raise his tail in the air and we would call him 'the Walking Stick'. I can remember playing 'Blanket Wars' with him when I was a small child. I would wiggle my fingers under a blanket and he'd jump on them hoping to catch them. We both enjoyed it.
We put Reggie down a couple weeks ago because he could barely move at all and he began urinating on the floor because he couldn't make it to the litterbox. He was always such a clean cat so we knew that there was something seriously wrong when he started elimating on the floor.
I'm terribly hurt and I miss Reggie so much. There's no one else who really understands my pain and will listen, so I was hoping that maybe some random internet people might understand. Even if no one reads this it helps to get it out.
The day before we put him down I spent a long time with him, petting him and taking pictures of him. I wanted to make his last full day a special one.
I felt so terrible the day he was put to sleep. He refused to go in his crate, almost like he knew he was being taken to his death and there was nothing he could do about it. That's what hurt me the most; the fact that no matter what he did, there was nothing that could stop this. I keep feeling like if I intervined, he would still be alive.
He sat on my lap in the car on the way to the vets, and he was meowing and very unhappy the entire way. It was all I could do to keep from breaking down the entire time. At the vets I told him that I loved him, that I would never forget him and that I would see him again someday.
All those times I walked past him in the basement without picking him up and loving him when he loved me and comforted me all those years. All those times i could have pet him and played with him but I didn't... i feel like such a terrible person.
Reggie Rabbit words can't express how much I miss you and i know that I'll see you again one day, waiting for me at the end of the rainbow bridge.