my husband had been sick for many years, he had (damn, I hate using
past tense) Rick had cancer, it was considered treatable but not
curable, with a fairly long life span.....So he was the one at home
most often therefore with Moe & Rudy (they're brother's) most often, I
feed them being the one who got up first, changed there kitty litter
because of his compromised immune system and I gave them loving too

Rick died at the end of June, before he had been in the hospital for 3
weeks and I was with him, the hospital is 120 miles away...my friend
who Moe & Rudy knew well & liked came and stayed here, they got babied
royally, still I know a change, but much better than being in a kennel

Rick died in the hospital I couldn't get home time for hospice), so I
came home alone.  Spending my waking hours sobbing and screaming, they
came running every time, cuddled with me, licking me all the time
(something they never did to either of us) constantly...before this
they had favorites Moe was with Rick more & Rudy with me, now they're
trying to share me...which causes some fights

we haven't had them a long time, they were 8 months old when we got
them and they've been with us for 10 months...they're still
hell'ers...I'm saving up for a cat tree for them living in a small 2
bdrm place and they're not outdoor cats, big boys too

before this I didn't, but I take a nap every day (my therapist says
grief is exhausting work) and they take turns sleeping with me, they
get lots of extra loving

I know cats hate change and this a huge one for them, they're not
acting out in usual; not using kitty litter, not using straching post,
or tearing up things

they are a bit off their feed as in they're eating, just not as much as
usual....Is this part of it?
Is there anything else I can to help them?  After all, they've been of
comfort to me.

Lynn

There's beauty in the silver singing river, There's beauty in the
sunrise in the sky, But none of these and nothing else can match the
beauty, That I remember in my true love's eyes    ~Bob Dylan