I admit it's ludicrous that the death of a pet can totally change the entire momentum of my day. But if you call me out on it, I'll kick you. A lot. We've had Sailor since I was four, and I wouldn't hesitate to say of all the cats he was my favorite--honestly, the only cat I'd bother to take Benadryl to be around. He used to sleep curled up at my ( Read more... )