At least once a day I walk out to the garage. Whether it is to check the garage door to make sure it is shut, or to make sure the light is off, or just to make sure everything is OK, I have the same type of experience. I expect to hear a loud meow of the garage’s inhabitant, either demanding food, a litter box change, or just wanting to be let out for a while. I keep hearing our departed cat. I suffer again every time I go to the garage. Perhaps I will never go to the garage again for a while. The car needs to be moved out to another location.