Thanks, guys. I really appreciate the kind words. I just feel bad for the couple of night when he'd want to be in bed with me, but his sniffling would be so loud that it would keep me up, so I'd have to put him out on the couch. I wish now that I had just put up with the noise so that he could have been in with me instead, because my room and my bed always seemed to be where he wanted to be.
My mom made arrangements with the vet for him to be cremated. They have a service where they can scatter the ashes in a really beautiful place up in Napa, CA, but my mom felt that since he was always an inside cat due to his condition that it'd be more fitting if the ashes were placed in an urn and kept here. I don't know how I feel about that quite yet, I'm a little mixed about whether that'll be too tough to bear, but we'll see.
I'm doing better today, though I still keep thinking I see him in his usual spots or hear his collar jingling i the next room. He had such a unique personality that I know he'll never be replaced. He would look you straight in the eye and make actual eye contact, something I've never really gotten from other cats, and if you meowed at him, he'd actually meow back as if he was having a conversation. All of those things and more make me miss him, and it's just such a shock to me that he's gone, when before yesterday the thought that he wouldn't be here anymore hadn't ever really occured to me.
Thanks again, guys.
A death of a pet is never a fun thing. But at least he lived a normal life and was given a second chance.
