Today has been hard. I am usually the 'stiff upper lip' type but Steve disappeared off to somewhere dangerous, to do something dangerous yesterday and little Boo, my darling pussy cat, has chosen this time to start the process of dying. I know she is a thousand years old and I know that she has had a wonderful life but my heart is so heavy. I have tried to distract myself with College homework and Hebe, bless her keeps licking the tears from my face but I can't get away from it. Boo is leaving and Steve is gone and I feel so utterly alone.