Thursday was a very hard day.
For 12 years, my Farley Cat met me at the door when I came home. Every time. Without fail.
That isn’t happening anymore.
He was a very good friend to me. The best non-human friend I have ever had. The first thing that was ever fully dependent on me.
I love this guy. And I don’t know when I’ll stop saying, “Hi buddy?” when I open the back door.
Or when I’ll stop listening for his reply.
You were a very, very good friend.