My cat died yesterday of stomach cancer and it feels like a huge void has been ripped through our lives. His name was jacko and he was a 16 year old Maine Coon. This wasnt just some cat but the nicest, friendliest cat one could ever meet. All he cared about was being around us and now that he has been taken from us by such a cruel and painful disease, his death doesnt sit right in our stomachs even more so than if he had died of old age/natural causes. He was such a bright light in the world and now he is gone. He was family. A brother. My most special friend. Can anyone offer any emotional advice?