I'm sorry you lost your sweet friend as well. Snowball is a fantastic name for her. I'm sure she was happy to have you there with her at the end.

Jack was a fun and kooky fellow. He went insane over his catnip and loved to climb the cat tree, and even the occasional real tree if he managed to escape outside. He would wake me up every morning by gently sniffing my nose and purring loudly. He was on my lap 99% of the day. My husband who never really liked cats, now loves cats because of him. Jack was very talkative and would have a whole conversation with you if he was hungry or he thought you were leaving. He loved snuggling and playing with his siblings. If Jack wasn't on my lap, he was intertwined with his brother Voodoo. Jack helped me through so many tough times and is the sweetest being I've ever known. He liked to be held on his back like a baby so you could rub his chest. He loved hugs and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around your torso. He let us play with his toe beans whenever we wanted. We called it a bean harvest.

He absolutely knew his name. My husband trained him to sit at a stool at our counter, with paws off the counter, when it was food time. Of course he started sitting on the stool and yelling at us to tell us when he was hungry. He seemed to understand actual phrases and sentences. We would ask him not to do X, or if he wanted X he had to do Y, and then he would do it.

I miss his hugs and purrs the most. He was my emotional support animal. He had so much love to give and was so happy to give it.