My cat got put down earlier.
He was 13. We'va had him for longer than I can remember. tried not to be sad, and at first I wasn't. But just now, I went into the closet where he would usually wander into to sleep. I was going to let him up onto my bed, like always, but I looked, and remembered I wouldn't be able to do that anymore. For the first time forever, I am crying about losing a friend.
He stepped in my keyboard. He walked in front of my screen. He woke me up by sitting on my chest, and quite a few other things. I'll miss all of them. RIP.
Feels, man. I remember a few years back, my family's cats all harbored this terrible flea infestation, and they tried everything to get rid of them. Fleabombs, the works. Eventually all that stuff just made them sick, so my parents decided to put them down.
They made this decision without asking me or my brother. They did this before I was awake that day, since it was summer vacation for me. One day they were there, the next, gone. In hindsight I could see why they had to do it, but... they never let me say goodbye or anything.
...now for what I came here to post, which seems petty by comparison... it would be nice to have temperatures rise above zero degrees (Fahrenheit) again. It's been a couple days. Kinda makes my commute to work suck. Our apartment complex is dumb, and so we also went without hot water for two days. I feel all dirty. :S