My therapy/soul cat Tiger died recently ... suddenly, don't know why.
I totally adored him, he waited in the window for me to come home, threw his 15-lbs straight into my tummy--I'd better be ready to catch him!--then cuddled up to my neck, purring.
Then he'd run over to the couch and I'd sit, he'd stare at me ... deep into my eyes for a couple of minutes, crawl up & check closer as if to see what's the state of my heart and soul. Once he was satisfied, he'd bounce out and want to play. I love him so, and I feel so empty without him.