June 1990-December 29, 2002
2/1/08-It's almost over 6 years since I lost the King, but still my heart feels like it's only just been ripped into pieces. I still miss him so much, and I wonder if the pain will ever go away. He was my heart, my soul, my one in a lifetime kitty, and the house is still so empty without my Schatz.
I brought Schatzi Home with me in August of 1990. He belonged to a lady I babysat for and she had decided at about 10 wks old, she didn't want this cute little kitten. Without asking Mom, I boxed him and his stuff up, got a taxi and snuck him Home. He was such a darling little treasure,and so full of spunk, he had to be named Schatzi, which is German for sweetheart or treasure. A term of endearment and he was definitely an important part of my life. Even tho Mom was mad at me for sneaking a cat in the house, she has told me he was the best cat we've ever had.
Schatzi moved from Kaiserslautern Germany, to San Angelo TX, to Syracuse NY with me. Only once in his entire life was he 'sick' and we still don't know what caused the puncture in his diaphragm as a baby. He weathered changes well, was my huggle bunny when I needed to cry, my mood detector, I could go nowhere without him following me in the house. If I was on the computer, he was under my feet, if I was in the tub, he was on the toilet. He was always a special part of my life and we would hold entire conversations together. I always joked he was part of my soul incarnated.
He was silly and sweet. He had his own brand
of hugs (lay against mom, head on my chest, and rub his head upside
down and up to my mouth, to get a kiss), and his favorite places of
sleeping was paws on my neck, body down my torso, feet frog splayed
across my hips.
Over the years, he trained multiple puppies to respect cats. He would leave them alone until they were about 3-4 months old, and then would take it upon himself to walk right up to them and knock the living crap out of them. And the lessons wouldn't stop until they learned
I adore this cat with my heart and soul. He was my baby and my heart-kitty. So when he came down sick, it devastated me. Friday December 6th, he was playing with catnip and beating up anyone who got close to his catnip mouse. Tuesday the 10th, he was diagnosed with liver problems.
Ultrasound showed nothing, so we went into 2 wks of extensive medication in hopes of fixing the problem. I still can't believe that he was only sick 3 wks.
On December 27th, Dr Tom told me he was pretty sure Schatzi had Cancer. Without opening him up, we have no idea what kind, but he was not healthy enough to undergo the surgery.
(Schatzi in the back, Abu & Cleo)
December 29th. I found him in the cat box, just laying there. His breathing was labored and I could tell he hurt. I gathered him up in my arms, called Dr Tom, and took him in one last time. I held him in my arms as the drug was administered, and his head fell on my hand as I kissed him one last time. It is the hardest thing I've ever done and my house is so empty without my baby boy. . .It was the best, my brain tells me so, but my heart (still) hurts.
He was very special and it broke my heart that I had to let the king of the household go. . Ich liebe dich, Schatz. .please remember that. No more pain, no more medicine, no more mommy forcing you to eat. .but my bed is going to be so empty without you, babydoll. . as will my life.
No more pain, Schatzi, no more pain. . I love you, remember that.
This site is lovingly dedicated to the memory of Schatzi, Obie, Sushi, Cleo & all my other loved ones waiting patiently for me at the Rainbow Bridge