This week is going fine so far, but last week I said goodbye to my kitty buddy, Ralph. He was 18. I’ve known him his whole life, and he’s lived with me for most of it. (A friend of mine left him with me when she moved and couldn’t take him with her.) This guy has been by my side through so many changes in life, always the sweetest of cuddle buddies. I still keep expecting him to hop up on my lap when I sit down.