Marley Boy

I'm not sure how to go on without him.
I realized today that he really was the head of the household, now Max and Little Miss and I are just flailing about. He truly was Number One.
He was still 15 lbs. and eating till the day he died, but he just couldn't walk anymore. He would take a few steps, and just lay down again. Getting in and out of the kitty box was getting tough for him, and he had a few accidents, which he valiantly tried to take care of himself. He really didn't like me helping him with those.
When he toppled off the bed onto his side the other night, I began to have to face reality.
The antibiotics I was giving him for a UTI infection were making him feel somewhat better, but he just didn't have any energy or mobility anymore.
I held him as he went, he was looking outside , to where he was going, with his head on my shoulder.
I just miss him so much.
I still have his body, and was thinking of burying him, but now think cremation might be the better choice.
He meant so much to me, I want to have some of him around for a while.
Any words of comfort would be greatly appreciated.