My brother has gone to Fort Lauderdale for the week and I am alone in the house with the cats. He has been gone less than one day and I am so lonely. I feel sad and a little freaked out to be alone in the quiet house. I realized I don’t have anyone in my life except my brother and I didn’t register how lonely I am – until he left for the airport. I thought I was doing okay, but I guess not – ’cause all my confidence flew out the window as soon as he started packing his suitcase. I just used the word lonely 4 times. Thank God I have the cats with me.