I woke up one Saturday morning with my beloved cat, Tiger, dead in bed beside me. He always slept with me. He had arthritis and kidney disease, but he had been doing well and I thought he'd be around for many more months. I am devastated by this loss. I cannot get the picture of him dead next to me in bed out of my head. He had his eyes open and so I thought he was alive. I picked him up and said, wake up Tiger, but he was gone. Can somebody please help me? How do I get over this?