My heart is broken. Yesterday I had to say goodbye to a dear old friend. I can't stop crying. My house feels empty. I miss hearing him snore behind the couch. I miss seeing him staring at the water bowl waiting for it to 'magically' fill, because he thought that's how it worked. I miss that motorboat purr, which was louder than any other cat I've ever heard. My heart has a hole in it.
Straczynski was 16 years old. I've had him in my life longer than my husband.