After BY went to hell, my male cat passed away, in my arms. He went so fast. I have his ashes on my TV. My female is 17, with a couple of health issues that are under control. I broke down and adopted another male, one year old. He’s 3.5 now. A total asshole. He’s still getting used to being petted and scratched. I guess in his youth there wasn’t much lovin’. But he keeps me and D on our toes. I named him Fritzwicky, but he gets called everything from turkey (he’s 17 lbs), jive turkey, butterball, and asshole. The only time the two of them aren’t fighting or hissing at each other, is when we all crash on the sofa for a nap.
You may not want another, but the universe sometimes has other ideas. And in your case I think you’ll be tapped to be caretaker for another feline. They know a sucker when they see one.
Sorry for your loss.