I am completely heartbroken, my beautiful Frankie was put to sleep 5 days ago at 14 and a half years old. The house is empty, I can’t move his bed, his food, his medicines. I can’t even hoover the house as I don’t want to get rid of his fur on the carpet. I keep watching his cat door, looking for his face, waiting to hear him come through it. I dread going home now. My beautiful boy was by my side through a tough divorce and then my son leaving home. He was my one constant and my heart is broken, the tears won’t stop, I miss him so much it hurts me.