Down

I just read a post from one of my friends about the fact that he has just found a lump in his cat, and the vet has given him days to live, and now i'm sitting here sobbing my socks off.
I know that its all bloody hormone related, but as I read it I could remember exactly how it felt to stroke my cat as she died after we found she had liver failure and her life had become completely miserable.
I stood next to her all curled up on the table and I couldn't see her properly through my tears, but I could feel her get more and more still, till eventually she stopped breathing altogether.

I miss her so much.

I know that Dave really isn't a cat person, and I pretend that I don't really care and that they are a pain, but I would love to have cats again.

So now I'm feeling all stupid and weepy.