It's gonna fucking kill me whenever my cat dies. She follows me all over the house. When I go to leave, she jumps up on the window sill and watches me drive away. Then she sits by the front door until I get home. When I get out of the shower in the morning she runs around in circles making cute little noises until I pick her up and let her lick my hair that I just washed. Wherever I fall asleep in the house, when I wake up, she's either curled up between my legs or under my arm. She's just like a dog. She even plays fetch.