Exactly what it says...
Oh, Christ. I've just had the police here to make sure I'm okay. I'm devastated for causing so much worry.
I've been following this discussion from the start, without contributing.
So Tom, and I hope you don't take this the wrong way.
I'm really worried about Daisy. If anything happens to you. What will she do?
That's my sole concern, Robert. I live for her. If I didn't have her, I know I would have drunk myself to death long ago. I've already got a letter ready, in case. I'm adopting her. If anything happens to me, she goes back to the rescue charity I got her from. She'll be taken care of, too, because I've bequeathed all of my (small) savings to her welfare, until she has a new home. And the charity is very picky about who they allow to adopt their cats, so I know it'll be a good home. But I don't want that to happen. So, as it stands at the moment, she keeps me this side of disaster. Bless her. I don't think she realises just how much she means to me. When Chris Packham said he wanted to commit suicide when his dog died... I understand that. She's mine for life. I measure the rest of my life in tandem with hers. If she reaches a good age for cats, I'll be in my mid-70s. Long enough, maybe.
Many years ago, when I was really down and suicidal every day. My landlords cat kept me going. She sat on my lap every day and purred and kept me company.
So I really do care about your Daisy.