In the early hours of December 12th 2012 our special little cat Jake passed away from intestinal lymphoma. We had adopted Jake and a female cat Gossip together on Feb1, 2004. Now seven weeks later I’m still grieving, as is my wife. I can’t stop thinking about him, missing him so much, and feeling guilty that we didn’t take his early symptoms seriously enough. Our house is still so quiet without him. My interest in most things is very diminished. Every time I see Gossip I can’t stop thinking about him. Is there something wrong with me? I don’t think any human death has hit me any harder than this tragic event. Is it that I’m just getting old and these events are harder to deal with? At this moment I  still can’t believe my little pal is gone forever. I always said the best part of my life was coming home from work, a night out or from a weekend away to see my two pals waiting for us. Jake slept with us and woke us up in the middle of the night. Now I miss being woken up but I also don’t sleep well anymore.

— Henry from White Plains, NY