We had to put Felix the kitty down on Saturday. He was so weak, it really was for the best, whatever that means. We held him as the Doctor gave him the seditive, I kissed his furry little head and told him what a good boy he was and how loved he was and how much we’d miss him. I had to cook alone on Saturday, my little chef who always danced around my feet or hung out in front of the stove waiting for me to drop something tasty on the floor was gone. I miss him.