I know how it feels
to lose a cat you deeply love.

Meatloaf, my big hulk of fluffeh love, helped me through my parents' divorce by always coming to sit with me, and leaning on me when i was down (he was a big lad so felt him do it).

I moved out of my dad's house a few years ago, but Meatloaf stayed on as I didn't deem it fair that a now 11 year old cat would need the upheavel of moving again (we had moved a few years prior to this), and a few months later, my dad called to tell me that Meatloaf hadn't been seen for a week.

Then a fortnight.

Then a month.

I feel like I've lost my right arm whenever I need cheering up or fancy a nice cuddle.

Its not a nice situation you're in in any way, but just be glad to know where he is, so you have closure.
(Ethelred is watching cheese grow, Sun 29 Jun 2008, 23:30, Reply)