I tend to get very attached to my pets, have had this cat for nearly half of my life at least a good 15 years or so.
When I first moved out of my parent's house... he came with me.
When I've moved a few times since then... he's come with me.
Can't stop crying, because I feel his time is coming. He's been throwing up a lot and on Thursday pooped on the floor, which is something he's never really done.
I'm sorry if it makes me sound like a wuss, but his death is going to absolutely break me. Just a little while ago he jumped up on the couch and put his paw out for me to pet him.
He's always been more like a dog in a lot ways, cats seem to keep to themselves more so than dogs.... not my Bentley! He's always craved attention and his not being around to get said attention, well the mere thought just causes uncontrollable tears.