My cat Leo found me... he chose me after being abandoned. I am not a cat person, but he showed up at my door one day and announced that I was his. From that day on, I felt his unconditional love... he was the one who comforted me when I was sad. I had to put him down on February 26th after two tries with the vet, being reassured that I was doing the humane thing by keeping him alive and he had at least a year and half left in him. After the struggle of trying to force feed him pills for a week and a half, twice a day, and seeing his bouts of sickness come more quickly each time, I knew what I had to do for him. The drive to the emergency room to do what was almost incomprehensible to me, was the longest drive of my life. Saying my goodbyes to him before I instructed the vet that I was ready are memories that are overwhelming and too hard to bare right now. Walking back in the door, knowing that I would never see him again will never leave me. And now, feeling this huge hole in my life and this inconsolable grief... he was the one that would make me feel better, but there is no consoling because he was the one, and now he's gone. It's been one month... I thought I was slowly getting better, but the tears come more frequently and more intensely now that I am trying to form some kind of new life without him. Everyone keeps asking, "why don't you get a new cat"... can't do it, would be a betrayal, and don't want to replace him. I learned a whole new love from my boy Leo, and am not ready to share that yet with another furry friend. I take comfort in the Rainbow Ridge and am thankful that this site was pointed out to me.