My cat was my kindred spirit. Six years on I still feel the pain of his death deeply

In September it will be six years since my beloved ginger fluffball, my 12-year-old cat Lego, was euthanised. And I can honestly say that I still feel the pain of this loss deeply.This sentiment is hard to explain and, for some people, impossible to understand.I remember once discussing my grief and having it dismissed by someone. In fact, they said to me:"You mustn't have ever had anyone close to you die because that is what real loss is."Except yes, I have lost people close to me. Quite a few, actually. But one loss can't be compared to another. They are all unique, and for me the death of Lego remains one of the most challenging experiences I have ever had because he was very much a part of my life and my heart.Loving, affection, loyal LegoI loved Lego, or "Legs" as we called him, unconditionally from the minute I saw his RSPCA profile. The very next day, my then-boyfriend (now husband)Matt and I met the two-year-old devilishly handsome Lego in person, and after being given the gree...