Man, putting down a pet is basically like the worst thing ever, short of having an immediate family member die or something. Because I'm a spontaneously & highly emotional person I'm having a hard time holding it together, here, but being in a heavily male-dominated work environment (to put it lightly) I feel like I've got to project some image of toughness that certainly doesn't include breaking down into tears over a cat so that I don't look "weak" and "feminine." Whatever.
I just want to curl up in my bed and cry right now. Sorry for making this my blog - this is my version of a livejournal confession, I guess - but I need to vent and I promise I won't do this again, y'all.