I'm still very upset about the loss of my cat in late March. I had hope that with time I'd feel better, but at this rate I feel like I'll never be able to think of Chef without breaking down. In order to go about my regular routine I have to tell myself to stop thinking about him. But it's so hard knowing I'll never see him again; that I'll never have another cat like him again...so obedient, loving, and sweet. He was so perfect and I have tremendous guilt about the pain he was in with cancer leading up to his death. I didn't even recognize it until a few days before he died. It had all come down on us so fast because he's so tough and never complained. I guess I'm just having a hard time getting over this. I really wanted to reach a point where I can think of him not in his sick stages or the times I held him and soaked every minute with him instead of choosing to do something else. I appreciate those who read this and understand how I feel. This is about the only place where people take the loss of their animal friends seriously.