So... it's been a while since my cat has passed. I've had pets all my life but none such as she. Found as the last surviving kitten under a neighbor's shed (mom also dead), she was maybe 8 weeks old when I brought her home. For the next 16 years she spent every night either sleeping by my head, under my bed, or in her favorite cat bed beside it. Every. Night. She was a little strange as far as cats go because she never grew up in the 'cat family' she was born to... to know feline interaction and such cat things. So she didn't like other cats much and avoided them. Hard to do in a house with as many as 13 cats at one time. She loved eating breakfast with me on the rare occasion I actually ate a breakfast. Cereal and milk and we'd share a bowl.
The pic above does no justice to what she really looked like. Silver fur... dark so as to look grey but it was shiny and soft and very silver laced. Her eyes were a deep jade green. I've never had an animal ever attach itself to me is such an intensely devoted way. Anytime I left the house she would lay in the big picture window by the front door and wait for me to return. Every. Time.
The empty hurt has been so bad that even though more than a month has passed now, I still cannot do even this small thing and not cry. She's the only pet I have ever had cremated. She still sleeps now... on my headboard of my bed. Where she was always. I share with you now for love of anything shared is love for all things. Stay loving my friends. Always.