In 2023 after 12 years together, I suddenly lost my beautiful Maine Coon, Juju, to large cell lymphoma. I had raised him from kittenhood, and he was my best friend. The hardest parts were worrying about how he was feeling, knowing he was suffering, and wondering if I could have saved him somehow. After he was gone, I couldn't function for weeks. I felt pressured to move on because he was "just a cat," but to me, he was so much more. Juju was my rock through many hard times, and was my main source of reciprocated unconditional love. It was hard to imagine ever recovering. By honoring him through reflection and hundreds of photographs I put into a physical album, I began to process my feelings. Talking with a friend who also lost a beloved cat made me feel less isolated. The grief is still with me, but has become more manageable with time. I want to support others who are navigating a similar loss. Pets are special parts of our families, and our grief is evidence of their importance.