How come when things go wrong, they really go wrong?
They put Cindy Lou Who down yesterday. No one called me. No one even told me when I got to work. I told them months ago that I wanted to adopt her first (just officially), and no one even gave me the heads up so I could do that. She died as nobody's cat, on paper. I don't like that.
And if it's this hard with a cat who never even lived with me, how will I ever survive it when it's Elsie?