Last night I was dishing out wet food as a treat. I was also on auto pilot because I had just worked 11 hours, right after the 11 hours I worked the day before. I started panicking because I had one cat serving left in the can and I couldn't find hte dish for that serving, nor could I find the cat that belonged to it. Then it hit me. I no longer have 8 cats. I have 7.
Its the little things that hit you and make you miss them.