My cat... is dead. Apparently he was dying, and in order for him to get surgery, they wanted TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS. We had to pay 400 just for them to put him to sleep. He was in so much pain. Last night... he was sleeping on my bed, purring, and now he's all gone. 24 hours ago, he was right here. His fur is all over the house.
I spent all of the day, crying, while talking to my friend. Today was also the first day in almost ten years that I have seen my 60 year old father cry. They were so close.
I've had two hamsters (well technically my family as a whole's but I digress) and both of them died within a year. One of them we thought was just old when we bought him - but the other was just a baby, two or three months, and he was dead in another three or four. It made me feel really guilty for some reason; I doubt it was my fault in particular, but I can't help shake the feeling that Mr. Hamster would have had a fuller, happier life somewhere else...
...but, that's beside the point, really. My condolences.