Thank you all for your hugs. I don't think it's really sunk in yet. I have that awful gloomy feeling that I know will open up to tons of tears. He's the old kitty I was just talking about here days earlier. I need to ramble a bit. Somehow it feels like it will make me feel better.
I adopted him when he was 3 from a little girl whose parents were divorcing and she and Mom went to live with the grandparents. They made this BEAUTIFUL Persian stay outside due to the grandmother's allergies. My Himalayan(sp) had just died unexpectedly and everyone knew how upset I was at the time. So into the office one of my staff walked one day with this huge orange Persian that not only looked exactly like cartoon Garfield but was named Garfield as well. I didn't think I wanted another kitty so soon. My heart was still hurting so. But this big guy won my heart immediately. He began 'talking' to me and would not stop. He had this deep husky meow that matched his size but defied his personality. He was so gentle~ I still had my baby at home, also one I've spoken about here....the jalepeno eater Well, Garfield marched in with me that evening and completely made himself at home. There was no partioning off for him. He would have none of it. He always took a backseat to Licorice since he knew who was King...but he definitely became the prince.
Garfield was an old man who had lived a long happy life. But I was not ready to see him go. I'm going to miss him terribly~