I miss my cat.

My Harry, my love, my best friend. He is gone.

I had to make the worst decision I've ever had to make in my life last Saturday, the 15th of July 2023.

My Harry had gotten sick overnight Thursday and Friday, and Saturday morning, he was really sick.

By 1pm, he went into a permanent sleep in my arms, and I am still devastated.

Coming home to nothing is just so wrong. I am lonely. I miss him.

I did decide to get him cremated, so, he will be coming home again in a week or so, and while it won't be the same, he will be home. I will have him with me again, and he will be able to go with me if I move house, and he will go with me when it's my time to go.

Goodbye, Harry.

25/10/2007 (Gotcha day) - 15/7/2023.