He was also the last of the "family" cats - he's the last one who knew my dad. Honestly, my dad was probably his favorite person, because Dad would sit still and let him curl up on his lap while he read for hours, and Dad didn't have anything to do with taking Baron to the vet, so clearly Dad was Good People. While Mom still has cats, they're "her" cats, not "family" cats, and it's hard. Yes, it's been almost 13 years since Dad died, but it's still hard to lose the last bits that we had of him. It's like a new loss every time, and it just tears at the wound a bit more.
On top of that, the depression keeps coming in waves, and I'm having a hard time dealing with it. There's other stuff, too, but I don't know how much I want to "talk" about it in "public", as it were. Suffice to say that I'm not the best person to be around right now, and that's annoying no one so much as it is me.
Ah, LiveJournal - the best place in the world to rant and whine. You'll never truly be replaced by Twitter, et al.