Our Brucie died in the summer at the ripe old age of 19. It's taken a while to get used to not having him around and I still look for him when switching off the lights at night or leaving for work in the morning.
The DDs have started to ask when we can have another cat and DH (who was the reason we got a cat in the first place as he loves cats) DOESN'T seem keen, citing lots of annoyingly practical reasons as to why we shouldn't have another.
Sigh. I miss having a cat. :(