This weekend, one of my real life cats, Woodrow passed over the rainbow bridge. It has been so hard coping with his loss. My husband and I adopted him seven years ago and he was our first fur baby together. The whole atmosphere in our home has changed and feels empty without him. To some people he was just a cat, but to me, he was family. He was there to comfort me when no one else could. He listened to me vent to him and was always there. I’m gonna miss the hell out of my little boy. He lived a very happy life with his brother and now he can chase all the mice he wants up in the sky. RIP Woodrow. I love you and miss you so much buddy.