As usual

 It's back to business as usual for crazy cat that I saved when I surrendered beloved Stormy. He bit my leg (as usual) catching me unawares (as usual). Play? Saved the monster who 'loves' me as his head of the pride. Who cares? I need to find a meaning in my suffering. I need to know Stormy is OK. I need some type of closure. I can't believe I gave him up and he's gone. Saving the angel tells me I'm  finally special, but now without him I'm lost. But to him it would have been unfair in the world of the hateful,  mean cat. Was there an alternative choice?  Duty is that we "are forever responsible for what we have tamed," said the Little Prince,  a major principle in the meaning of life.