Days like this are supposed to bring finality to a situation that leaves most people with a pulse in temporary shock. I didn't for me. There was no finality when I was presented with your remains, just more pain. And more will come. Eighteen years is a long time to just get over the loss within a week, a month, longer. As I sorted through everything, your ashes, paw prints, nose prints, your fur, all I can think was how badly I need you right now. You were THE one constant in my best days and my absolute worst for eighteen years, my final teen years and my whole adult life up to now. I still can't comprehend me without you nearly two weeks later, but I know I'm going to have to at least try. I hope you like the little shrine I put together in your memory. If anything it will always remind me that I had a friend like you, who l had this inexplicable bond with for longer than most people can say. It will remind me that for eighteen years I was lucky to have a cat as LOYAL as you were, NEVER leaving my side. Thank you again Raven, I never knew what I meant to truly FEEL LOVED until you came along, and I'll never forget you.