Damn dude, I'm sorry for your loss. As you might imagine, my attempts at condolences usually suck ass, so I'll instead post Bill Burr's "how I met my dog" shtick... For whatever the hell that's worth:

Here's my cat, Pelù!

My adorable new household poop machine...

OMG I WANT IT.

The dog, not the poop.

It's a package deal.

Hmmmm, well that makes it a toughy.

Fluffs for days, get ready to do a lot of vacuuming/sweeping too. Have you named it yet?

Yes!

She's pre-registered so she came with a name. Luckily, "Phoenix" is agreeable enough IMO.

As far as cleanup is concerned, my bitching is mostly for show. I've raised enough children and pets to realize that a few extra poop piles and hair balls lying around "ain't no thing but a chicken wing."