I don't know what to think right now. Zack wasn't here when I woke up this morning, because my mom'd taken him to the vet and had him put to sleep. She hadn't told me, or even known herself that she was going to, because if she had she wouldn't have been able to do it. He'd gone ballistic in the vet waiting room at a cat that was there, and when my
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