I got home from Disneyworld last night to find my cat Elvis, whom I've had since I was 5, laying on the floor gasping for air and looking rather sick. Well, being that it was 1 AM, I waited until this morning to take it into the Vet ER where the vet informed me that my cat had tumors in it's stomach and that I could either pay a shitload of money to keep him alive for a little longer, or I could put him down.
So, I had to put down my cat Elvis this morning, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a crying mess all day.
On a positive not, I played Dead Rising (the most addictive game in the world) for like 6 hours.
So, I had to put down my cat Elvis this morning, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I was a crying mess all day.
On a positive not, I played Dead Rising (the most addictive game in the world) for like 6 hours.
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