My dearest kitty cat, who was literally my entire adulthood, died months ago and I just can't seem to get over it. I thought I was just a crazy cat lady, but from her passing I realized that the only cat I was really crazy about was her. Like yeah... my house is still a kitty mansion for the remaining cats, but it's just not the same. I appreciate them all for the cats that they are, and I love them as part of our family, but they are just cats. And I doubt I will ever find another kitty best friend like her. Gosh she followed me every minute of every day and went everywhere with me. I'd take her to work and she'd sit at any work station politely staring at me. No cage or leash needed. We shared like 7 addresses together, and as all of my besties from college and worklife prior to vet school, and vet school all moved away to other states, and two serious relationships came and went, and no family nearby, she was the only friend that was always by my side (and I mean literally velcroed onto me and needed to be within a few feet, preferably touching). During my first year of vet school, I had her litter box across from my toilet, and she seriously would trot into the bathroom with me every morning and we'd pee together staring into each other's eyes. Like so ****ing creepy, but I can't imagine doing that with anyone else in the world. If my hubby did that, it just wouldn't feel quite the same. She'd let me do just about anything to her, but if It got too annoying she would bite like pretty viciously because she was a bitch like that, but never hard enough to break skin. I can't even describe the level of communication we had with each other. I think that's what I miss the most. I knew it would be bad when she died, but I didn't think I would continue to be in tears daily over it for months with no end in sight. I thought about seeking therapy for it, but honestly I don't think it would help. Thankfully hubby is a good sport about it. It ****ing sucks