Jack, my buddy!
Jack was a beautiful orange tabby cat my wife rescued off the highway and he fit in the palm of my hand. Jack was my buddy for over 18 years. I had to let him go Sept.13,2011. I said I would not let him suffer. I have been searching for help because I have never felt this way about anything. I fear my grief will never end and I will not recover from losing Jack. I hope that receiving his ashes will make me feel as though he's back with me? Who knows? I was on a trip to Los Angeles and called everyday to see how he was doing. My wife said he was doing just fine, but the day I returned he came to greet me and just fell apart. I feel as though he actually waited for me to return and not die while I was away. I so love him for doing so, because I now know he held on just for me in pain. I really can't talk any more, so thank you all.