Thanks everyone, for the kind words. I just went into my room a minute ago and automatically looked for Ringo in his favorite spot on the corner of the bed, before I remembered.
His little food dish is still in there. Also a little miniature armchair that I bought for him, that he used to lay on.
I don't even have a picture of him. I'm so bummed by that.
I only had Ringo for a short time. Less than two years. I've only been a cat owner myself since 2000, so I have been fortunate not to have to say goodbye to one of my long-time kitties yet. I don't know how I am going to handle it.
Like I said above, Ringo has his spot on the bed. He slept on the right-hand side, right at the very head of the bed. I think it's because I sleep on the right side, and he liked to be near me.
One night not too long after he came to me, I was sitting up in bed reading, which I don't often do. And I was right over in the far right corner, to be near the light on the end table.
So Ringo jumps up on the bed, heads for his spot. Sees me in it. Stares at me. Growls. Sits down, starts swishing his tail, narrows his eyes.
"Mmoww."
"I'm sorry Ring, but I'm reading, and I need to be near the light."
"Mmmowwwww."
"It's a king sized bed. Find room."
"MMMOWWWWWWW!"
"Look, cat, I don't care if I'm in your spot. This is my bed, the entire bed is MY SPOT. I let you have a corner of it out of the goodness of my heart."
".....Moww...."
"Same to you."
He was a funny cat. God I miss him. I told myself that once he was gone, I would make my bedroom a cat-free zone. But I can't bear to not have one of them snuggled up with me at night.