I always miss her and think of her. The last thing I do before I leave the house is say "Puddy and Boo Bear, watch the house for mommy" and before I go to bed, I kiss her picture and tell her I miss her and love her. I can't believe I do that but there it is. I think if the cat in the vet clinic didn't sound so much like Puddy when she was in pain it wouldn't have been so difficult. I've been telling myself that Dr. Lee relieved Puddy's pain quickly (it was when she had peritonitis and he did emergency surgery), so after that she had a few good years left. Plus a lady came into the clinic w/an adorable little long haired Dachsund that was being adopted and that helped to snap me out of my funk, at least until I got home but then I somehow got it into my head that Puddy would be there waiting for me. Silly, huh?