It’s not quite the same, but I’ve lived for the past five years with a cat named Dayna, whom I love quite a lot. She’ll probably be leaving, along with my roomate, whom I like okay too, this fall. I’ll miss ’em both, but it’s Dayna who doesn’t consider it a complete day if she doesn’t get a chance to sit on my lap and purr. Dayna has visited me when I’ve spent the evening crying about whatever, as depressives will, and plopped herself on my chest and butted her head against my face. She is cutest kitty and I’ll miss her.
If you pray, do so for Chris and Zeke. If you don’t, just hold them in your thoughts.
UPDATE: Zeke died Saturday the Third. He was pretty obviously a very good boy.