My beloved Toby - very much MY cat, (to the jealousy of my wife) and my best friend died just before Easter. he had a slipped disc and his legs were giving him some jip. He had surgery which went fine but then he died during recovery. An absolutely awful time and I’ve beaten myself up so much about having the surgery etc. Have more or less come to terms with it now but still raw. Our beautiful girl, Millie, has not been the same since he died and we think she’s lonely - she’s never been without a companion. A friend of ours has just had a litter and we’ve adopted a beautiful little boy called Oscar. He’s adorable, however I am feeling really guilty. I know I haven’t replaced Toby (and never could) but can’t feel like I’ve moved on from him too soon - almost like I’ve dishonoured his memory. Daft I know but just needed to share.