I am in a mental shock and anguish right now.

For nearly the past month, my cat had been very sick. He had lost too much weight too fast. This past tuesday I made the decision, after his recent treatment wasn't working, to change his follow-up check up to something that I never wanted but had to so he wouldn't have to suffer. Throughout this past week he seemed to sense that I was very upset about something and did his best to stay by my side despite how weak he became.

I was very lucky too have him in my life for well over fourteen years, I love him dearly. It tore my heart out when, yesterday, I took him to the vet for the final time. He past away on April. 8 approx 4:15pm (central)

My apartment feels empty without him and I keep wanting to reach for him to hug him despite knowing he isn't here anymore. He was my greatest friend who loved and accepted me completely. I don't know what to do with myself now that I'm alone now. I feel aimless.