I feel for you bro. I had a grey manx named Jac, for Just Another Cat. Anyway he died of kidney failure at about 12. I vowed, no more cats. Well Bastille day that next year was 'kitty day' and we got our two boys from the pound we have now, Jean Claude and Remy, Bastille day, get it? What I am trying to say, smoke a bowl, let the hard pass, and better will come. It does.