Saying good-bye to Beo today is heart-breaking. I´ve had him for 12, 5 years and he´s been my anchor and the best companion. I´ve had to do lots of laundry on account of his mishaps, throw out three couches and pick up after him more times than I care to remember, but I wouldn´t have traded him for the world! He´s got more personality than many people I know and is always ready to cuddle, even if that means he has to scratch the door to pieces in pursuing that. He´s meowed at 3 am to be fed and pooped in bed when I brought the bf home for the first time, he´s peed in my new ballerinas and thrown up on my lingerie, but I love him to bits none the less. You can never be replaced, but knowing me, I´ll try, because being without a cat is like lacking a part of my soul.