by Gary & Siegfried Crevallo & Blinzinger
Sunday, April 17, 2005 was the saddest day in our lives. Our little ball of gray fluff that grew into a wonderful and regal cat is gone. Regit, almost 17 years old, was not doing well so that evening we took her to the Emergency Veterinary Clinic across town. The Emergency Doctors told us that she was in distress and was having a difficult time breathing. The diagnosis was cancer. She was in obvious pain. There was nothing that could be done to make her better. The hardest decision we ever had to make was made - we didn't want her to suffer. At 7:14 PM she received the lethal injection and at 7:15 PM she took her last breath and "went to sleep". We were with her to the end. We are devastated but hold on to sanity by telling ourselves that we had this loving companion for 17 wonderful years.
We are missing Regit so much. We know that people will say "it was only a cat." But we know that they will never understand. How were we to know that on August 09, 1988, when we purchased this tiny little ball of gray fur for $30.00 that she would become such a big part of our life? She stole our hearts before we knew it. How can we ever tell people how lucky we were to be part of her life? How can we tell people how honored we were to be her "parents" and receive all that unconditional love and joy? Regit wasn't our cat, she was our best friend, our companion, our confidant, our baby.
Since I moved the office to my home on Oct. 01, 2001 she has been with me always. She has a chair with her special blanket here in the office next to me. I was able to pet her and tell her how much I loved her every day. But now she is gone. Everywhere I look I am reminded of her. If I hear the slightest noise I turn to look for her, only to remember that she is no longer here. Waves of emotion hit me throughout the day. My chest is so tight it hurts. My head feels like I've been hit with a baseball bat. Sometimes I jerk to awareness only to find that I have been staring at the wall or a chair or whatever for 5 or 6 minutes. I am filled with anguish, anger and dispair. They say that "time heals". I can only hope that "they" are right.
Regit (June 21, 1988 - April 16, 2005)
Take care my baby. We will love you always.
Your daddies: Gary & Siegfried