Really trying to get through the loss of my beloved kauzmo. We said goodbye to him on Thursday. I just don't think it's real, I see his last foot prints in the litter pan like you described and his many drinking cups still with water he drank from and half filled food bowl and treats. I find myself out of habit/instinct to call for him or look for him and it hits me he's gone. It feels like a bad dream or purgatory. I just miss him so much and feel so bad that he doesn't get to enjoy the life he loved so much.Writing this really to reassure cat owners on the brink of losing theirs—- it does get better. I dreamt about Zorro last night, he was purring on my stomach and taught me how to purr…and the whole house was filled with purrs. The joy of your cat’s essence will always be with you, and you can be with it or tap into it any time you like…and it’s a good and happy feeling.