Throughout my life, my cats are pretty much the only reason I haven't blown my head off.

They'd miss me, everyone else would be better off. They're about the only love I feel in this world. Pretty much the only other living beings on the planet that are excited to see me, ever.

About 16 years ago, as I was carving up my arms with a knife, fully intent on going down the road as far as I could, my cat knocked open the door, and bit my hand until I dropped the knife. He then laid on it and wouldn't let me come near it until I went to sleep.

I miss you, Ozzy. You giant beast of a fluffy orange cat, you were such a good boy.

My cats now are awesome though too, love my girls. Hug your dog some more man, and know you're not the only one. Having a rough night myself...glad I locked the guns away in the closet behind a bunch of heavy stuff a couple weeks ago.