When I first met my best friend he was just weaned and laying by himself on the couch away from his brother’s and sisters. I saw his little orange body and tiger stripes and fell in love. He was like me a loaner. For the next 17 yrs he was my best friend. My darkest days when I didnt want to be here anymore he pulled me out and through my best days he was still right beside me. He was my whole life and I dont know what to do without him anymore. I hate being in this house now bc hes nowhere in sight. Talking to me, touching me with his hands when he needed me, telling me he wanted a snack or me flying him around the house like he was super kitty which he loved. How do I do this without him? 17 yrs and hes just gone. I always said he couldn’t survive without me but I had it wrong the whole time it was the other way around.