I got a call today from my sister and my cat passed away while she was at work. He was like my best, non-human, friend. When he lived with me he was never two steps away from me and he always slept with me all day when I was home sick from school. He slept with me every night and when I went away for long periods of time he wouldn't leave my room. He knew my school schedule so when I got home from school he would be in the window waiting for me and by the time I got the door unlocked he'd be sitting there waiting. My sister took him when she moved out because my mom was slightly allergic to cats and would live more comfortably if he were gone. I know, you may be thinking, wow what a wuss, its only a cat. But he was my cat and I was very sad when I found out. :cry: