First I thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your support, hugs (love those), humor (Notes! luckily, this guy is no angel, but he wouldn't stoop that low!) and wise words.
I got home from work and got the dogs fed, played with them for a while. Then I got supper started on the stove (sadly I don't lose my appetite when I'm down) and started the washer. I was sorting some other laundry when I noticed it seemed to be filling for an unusually long time
...yup, my washer overflowed all over the floor! I turned off the water and unplugged it, but not before a large chunk of the room was covered in water. I threw some towels down and started moving stuff so it wouldn't get ruined and in the process dropped something off a shelf shattering my cat's food plate. I used a pitcher to remove some of the water and then ran the spin cycle to get the rest out.
The moral of this story: Be thankful you didn't start the washer before you left for work in the morning. It may be tough, but it could be worse!
I am sure with time he and I will be friends if nothing else. The love is there regardless of our ability to actually live together. That is a comfort. It's just the transition that "hurts like a ♥♥♥♥♥" (well put Notes).
And just so you guys know, the actual words are nowhere near as comforting as just knowing I have you all supporting me. So thanks a million!
I am now going to very carefully eat my supper and ponder how blessed I am to have friends like you guys!