Hi guys, it's been a while. I need a little emotional help from all of you right now, because I know you guys are some of the only people I can talk about something like this to. Occassionally, I have a day that for some reason all I can think of was my beloved pets that died. I miss them all, but especially my kitty Wally who passed away over the summer. I found him down at my nanna's house on the wood pile sick, barely breathing, looking like he was at the verge of death. I couldn't just leave him there, so I took him up to my place to raise him back to health. It worked. He was as energetic and goofy as you'd think a kitten should be. I'd even feed him with a little bottle. However, after a few weeks of having him, he suddenly without warning fell Ill. When I saw him in the morning I was shocked, because he looked exactly the same as that day on the wood pile. I immediately got my mom to take him to the vet. She came home and said that they were going to keep an eye on him and see if he would get any better. He never did. We got the call and they asked if we would like to pick him up so we could burry him. They said there was nothing we could do, because it was probably some type of virus or something that travelled across the placenta while still in the womb. I remember every shovelfull of dirt it took burying his grave. I was devastated. I will never forget him, but this can't be healthy the way I get so worked up over this on some days to the point of tears. Please don't think I'm a wuss for this, but I just need some emotional support right now.