Through 45 years of marriage, my late husband and I had a kitty, each one lived to be at least 15. They were all a joy but each died of kidney failure. We were without a feline companion for a couple of years. 2 years after my husband died of a stroke I thought I should adopt a new kitty, I decided to adopt from a shelter. I chose a wonderful cat who was obviously malnourished and very afraid.. The shelter knew nothing about her. Off I went with a carrier and a kitty. She was a great cat with no bad habits...except waking me at about 4 AM for breakfast
About 4 months ago she got very sick. The Vet I had taken her to for years was too busy to help me when I called to say something was wrong. ( I will never forgive them for not seeing me) With a broken heart, I called the other Vet in my town and discussed what was happening and they wanted to see her right away. This was not her regular Vet. The diagnosis was really bad and the Vet told me there was no hope for any cure for what was happening. You know the rest.
I'm too old for another kitty, and since I am alone, I worry about any new pet if something happens to me. The house seems vacant without a cat to keep me company.
Yes, the house is empty.