The saddest dreams of loss I have are about cats. They are so comforting to cuddle with, and I've always had cats in the past who have been there when I need something. So caring and comforting. Last night I dreamt about going to my bf's house, and he had a bunch of cats there. I picked up one tiny black kitten (it fit in one hand), and it snuggled into my neck and nibbled on my ear. My bf commented on how happy I looked holding this cat. Then later there was a young grey and white kitten leaning against my legs so I could pet it.

I wish I had a cat.