God, I miss this cat. I loved him soooo much.

[Skip Intro]

Hamilton. His name is Hamilton.

15 years. FIV positive. All the best food. All the best treatment. Lived years longer than they told me he would. Super, wonderful attitude from him. Death came calling. Hardest thing for me. Man, I loved him. I'll never forget him.

[Flaxbee]

1. I'm so sorry, Skip Intro

I know how much it hurts. :hug: I have six cats right now, all wonderful, but my beloved Tommycat who died last year at age 17 was the kitty love of my life. I don't know how else to say it - we just 'clicked', even though he'd wandered into my husband's house 5 years before I met my husband. He liked my husband, but he was *mine*. I have some lovely photos, but none I can post right now. I waited too long with him, I couldn't put him to sleep, and I think he suffered. I hate myself for that, but I couldn't bring myself to drive him to a place he despised and feared (he'd had too much time there with them trying to revive his kidneys, and it was almost an hour drive to our vet). My husband wanted to keep Tommy with him until the end, and I should have insisted otherwise, but I didn't.

Anyway, this post isn't about me, it's about you. I know what that kind of love and loss is like. I miss Tommy every damn day.

[Skip Intro]

2. Thanx. Yeah, it hurts. I mean, he passed two years ago, I should be over it.

And I am. I have another kitty now. And I know it's wrong to compare them, but she's not the cat he was. God, he took a chunk of my soul. He didn't take it. I gave it to him. I really loved that cat.

And I know how you feel. Don't beat yourself over not doing things you now think you should have done. Most cats, in the wild, live to be 5 or 7 or something. Short lifespans. Your cat had a good life, I can tell from your post.

They touch you. Some do. On some deep level. Yours did you. Mine did me. He touched me. My God, we were in sublime communication. Me and him. When he passed, I cried. I have pics of him, in my dresser in my bedroom. That drawer is open. I see him everyday. I speak to him everyday. I've never had a soul touch me so deeply. I mean, my parents died, both of them, and I love them to no end, but when Hamilton passed, I don't know, he took a chunk of me with him. Sweetest cat. My familiar. My soulmate. He was. I've told this to "guy" friends and they all but call me a faggot. But that cat, man, I loved that cat, and he loved me too. I am glad to have known him. If heaven is real, I'll see him again.

[LaurenG]

3. I'm really sorry.

:hug: :cry: :hug: