We lost our barn cat the other day to a stroke, and I'm still sad.

That cat has been around the barn ever since I was a kid, I still remember carrying around when he was just a kitten. He found me a few hours before the stroke happened and jumped into my arms, clinging to me with his claws so tightly I couldn't get him off me, I just gave up and carried him around the barn with me while I was doing my chores, petting him as I went.

I didn't know that was goodbye.