For the longest time (and well, still to this day) I hated coming home to an empty house. I wanted human companionship - a hug, someone to care, someone to ask how my day went.

I had two cats, but they've since passed, and even before that it wasn't the same.

It's been almost ten years, and there's not a few days that go by without me thinking that nobody would miss me if I decided to join her.