I received my cat Reagan in April of 1999 she was 8 months old and I was 13. My sister and I both got a cat from our aunt, Reagan was mine and BJ was Stephanie’s. After their first vet visit we were told they both had Feline Leukemia.
Our vet said that sometimes cats with that live long lives but to think about how involved we wanted to get. BJ was put to sleep January of the following year because of the cancer but Reagan seemed fine. Over the next 4 years Reagan became my best friend. I loved her and love her still, more than any animal we have ever had. She was the first pet that actually belonged to me.She began to get increasingly sick during the month of September, one month after her birthday.
She never outgrew her kitten ways although she was 4 years old, my mom always said she thought Reagan was living as much and as fast as she could because she knew she could not stay long with us, how true that turned out to be. I began to spend every minute with her that I could.
I continued to tell myself that she would get better because she was strong. She never got better. Reagan died on Wednesday, September 17, 2003, exactly one week ago today. She died quietly in my arms with my mom and sister with us. The hurt has not lessened and though people say it will I know it will never go away. Thank you Reagan for all that you taught me in your short years. My best friend just left me.
She was 4 and I was 17.
Always Loving and Missing You,
| Shannon |