Yes and what ultimately led me here. After my husband died, I was suicidal but our kitty kept me going. Sometimes I would hit a dark place and start thinking the thoughts again and he would put his paw on my hand and break the trance. I lived and loved for him. It's been 3 months of hell with him gone and when I think about him 24/7, it's always the same thought that I need to get to him. I literally can't live without him. I don't see him as a pet or a cat. He was and is my literal lifeline.