So sorry to hear that! I know how upsetting that can be. My parents had a cat named Puffy, who was a white Persian cat. There was a brief time I lived with my parents. I felt that Puffy was the nicest and more supportive to me than my family were. There were many lonely nights when I lived with my parents; and Puffy kept me company. If it were not for Puffy, I probably would not have made it. I got the feeling that he felt more comfortable with me than with my parents.

I left home when Puffy was alive. I had to leave my parents because I felt like they were abusive and I was very unhappy living there. A week or so later after I left, my father told me that Puffy got sick. They took him to the Vets and he got better.

A couple of years later, he passed away. I was a long way from home when that happened. It upset me a lot. I was more upset than when other people I knew passed away. Sorry if I'm going on too much about the cat. After all those years I think about Puffy everyday.