I lost my first ESA 3 years ago on 11 October. He was the most incredible cat that I had ever known. He behaved much more like a dog. He always knew when I needed him and spent many hours laying on me and purring until the tension, fear, or anger went back to it's hiding place. I didn't even know what an ESA was when I had him, but the impact that he had on my sanity was no less.
About a year and a half later, I found Charlie. He's the cute dude in my picture. He goes everywhere with me except work. He has the same sensitivity to me that my beautiful Spooky did. I still miss that special boy so much, but I cry a lot less now (except as I type this, lol). It makes me sad that Spooky and Charlie couldn't have been buddies because they are so much alike and would have played so much.