It amazes me how attached we can become to our pets and not realize it until there's the possibility of losing it. For the past 10 years, I have been greeted at the door every day from my little buddy. I've taken it for granted that it would always be that way, but now things are different. Unfortunately, my friend has been very very sick and is having some serious health problems (mainly a damaged liver). It's been a very stressful (and expensive) couple weeks. This cat has been with me through everything I've gone through over the years, and now it's my turn to be there for him. I have, and will continue to do everything I can to help him get better. The vet doesn't seem too optomistic, but I will not give up on him.
If I haven't been myself, or seem a little off (more than normal), please bear with me. I feel like I'm going in a million different directions at once.