I'd Be Lost Without My Cat [Cats]

I dread thinking of the day I have to say goodbye to my Fleabag. Sure, he's only eight years old now and he's healthy as a horse, but he will eventually grow old and die. He's been the only steady, solid companion I've had since high school. He's always at my front door to greet me when I come home from work and he always sleeps on my bed with me, usually curling up right on me. He's a true friend and I don't want to experience such a loss. But you know what they say; death is all part of life.