I did the most pathetic thing last night. I looked under my bed for Puddy. In the last couple of months, if she wasn't sleeping in the bathtub, she was under my bed or hers. It was only the last two days of her life after I started her on the B vitamins that she hopped up into bed w/me then went into her carrier to sleep. I knew she wasn't under my bed, obviously, but I felt that if I looked for her that she'd be there and all this would be a dream. It looked like a desert under my bed; I had grown so accustomed to lying on the floor, reaching under there and stroking her, saying "Nite, Puddy Tat. Sure you don't want to come up in bed w/Mommy?" and she would purr like crazy but stayed there to sleep. I've been doing fairly well up until last night. TV has become my good friend now. Instead of keeping me awake, it lulls me to sleep. Sometimes.