I’m Mark and I lost my precious little Hunter last night. How could my little 4 paw black fur ball cat have taken such a huge part of my heart and soul with him? O lord he was only 5 years old, with no signs of illness. He jumped up on my son’s computer desk like he always did when he wanted love, only to appear to have a seizure, fell off the desk into my son’s arm and passed. Everything in this house reminds me of him. Here I am a 57 year old man, and when thoughts of my Hunter come the tears sneak out. My son is devastated, and Hunters brother Brutus walks around the house looking for him. Right now he has the saddest eyes. I try to be strong for my son and Brutus, but I sometimes do things to trip me up. This morning I put 2 feeding bowls down to feed my babies and didn’t realize what I did till my son started crying. I know they say time heals all wounds, but this feels like a gapping chest wound. Oh I love and miss you so much my precious Hunter. I’m going to close for now, and apologize for rambling on.