My dog died yesterday. I got an e-mail from my dad saying that she'd lost a lot a weight, she'd been acting listless and confused, and was even having a hard time with simple stuff like walking or breathing. They had the vet put her to sleep. I'm glad I got to see her a few weeks ago. This sort of stuff usually doesn't affect me, but Lucy was always my favorite pet. She wasn't even really a pet she was just my friend. I'll miss her.