My cat has not gone home for almost three weeks now. Some people would prob'ly say forget about it, and focus my attention on the other 15 cats we have.

But I can't.

I remember a summer day like this, I carried him to the vet because his liver was hanging out from a deep cut on his chest. My dad watched it all, without the usual silly grin on his face.

Someone told me once that animals take our pain, and I've seen this happen all too often.

Now I wonder, if I let him die then, if I didn't take him to the vet...would my dad have lived?

I have to stop missing everybody.