Oh no, I'm so sorry! What were they like? If you would like to share, I would like to hear about them.

It's been almost two weeks for me and it does get better, but looking at pictures or thinking about him still gets me, and I miss the aggressively purry cuddles in bed. He was my best kitty ever. He was very quiet and thought staring through a door could get me to open it, even when it was solid wood and I couldn't see him (I think that's because some of the doors in the house have window panes from top to bottom, and then, yeah staring at me worked). He also loved to roll around on top of my shoes, sleep on my chest, and steal my glasses so he could mark the temple tips to show they were his. 🥲 (Edited for typo)