A little over three months ago I had to put down my cat of 17 yrs. I miss him so much it's unbelievable! I knew it would be hard, but I had no idea I would still be thinking of him so much. I do have another cat. She's 10 and has a mind of her own, as most cats do. She has been kind enough to start sleeping with me most of the time. She never did while Kiley was around. While I am thankful that I have Mikki, and love her very much, I just can't stop wishing Kiley was here too. I still tear up at the thought of him. When does it stop?