Something about losing a pet is just really fucking awful,
perhaps it's the loyalty and the unconditional love they offer without judging or being able to talk.
I just know I had a chihuahua named Jerome that understood me and was incredibly loyal and awesome all around, then one day he got Parvo and just days later was put to sleep.
When I went to see him at the animal hospital he was so scared and shaking, but he stood up for me.. and they said he hadn't stood up for days.
God damn shit is still super sad, maybe because his life was cut so short.
But I feel your pain brother, nothing makes it easier.. I guess you can take solace in the fact that he had a long great life
