Yesterday we said goodbye to our sweet Mad Eye. She was 18, and lived with us for almost 10 years exactly. No one who met Mad Eye could help but love her. She was the most affectionate cat I’ve ever met. On the day we met her at her foster home, she jumped into my arms and insisted on being held like a baby, and she did it every day of the next decade until this last week, when she was too tired to jump anymore. Even still, yesterday morning, I picked her up to snuggle and she purred away like it was the best day of her life, even though she’d barely eaten in two days. She was with us through COVID, surgeries, illnesses, two moves, and so much more. She slept on my pillow and joined all of my meetings, and she screamed at us whenever we got home, whether it had been two weeks or twenty minutes, because she wanted us beside her always. I genuinely don’t know what we’ll do without her, but I don’t regret a thing. Rest in peace, my sweet girl. We’ll see you on the other side.