I had a cat named Gizmo, whom I adoped from the humane society. I only had her for about 6 months before she stopped eating and became very, very ill. I took her to the vet only to find out that she had lymphoma.

In the short time that I had her, she became my best friend. I think she understood that I rescued her. She was always there to greet me, she always slept curled up by my feet at night. When I got home from work, she knew what my car door sounded like (we lived in an apartment) and lept from the window when she knew it was me coming down the hallway.

When she died I cried my eyes out, like I had not cried over anything since I was a little kid. And I'm a grown man.

I really DO know how you are feeling lad, and I promise that it does get better. I still get a teary eyed when I think of her, and that was 3 years ago now. But knowing that I made the last 6 months of her life better gives me some comfort. If it wasn't for me she would have died there in that humane society, all alone without ever having had a daddy like me.

Just think of all the hapiness you were able to give to Bobbie over the years. I'm sure you gave her a life that no one else could have. And I'm sure she loved you very much for that.