missing Stinksy

Things that I have to get used to:

Not looking for him and saying hi when I get home.

I don't have to go around town trying to get him opioids.

Not having to be vigilant about leaving the doors open.

I don't have a litter box to clean anymore.

I don't have to use a water vessel with a closed container.

I don't have to worry about stepping on a cat.

He is not in the hallway meowing.

He is not related to the noise upstairs.

Rudy might become even more spoiled as an only child.

I don't have a lap pet anymore.