Sorry I haven't posted anything yet. School and life are getting into the way again. I'll be fine though. The worst part is that today I'm very depressed. I realized that my cat, who has grown up with me, has anywhere between five and seven years left on him. Just from old age, not a sickness or anything. Same with my other pets, i have a dane and a pyrenees who have both outlived their normal life expectancy by almost three years. I have a cat who is also almost eleven years old. In four years, the chances of my family and I have to have all of them still together is decreasing, and it's very disheartening to all of us. Honestly though, I was talking with my dad last night about it (he's the animal guy in the family, more than me O-o). Anyways, I ended up crying (I'm nineteen and male, its perfectly fine) last night about it. I picked up my cat and he treated me like I was beneath him, like most cats do. But this morning, he came into my room before I left for work, and I started to cuddle and pet him, and I just started bawling my eyes out. He knew something was wrong, but kept purring anyways. I haven't stopped thinking about it all day and am tearing up as I write this. It was very hard for me to leave him this morning, and I'm going to try and spend every moment I can with him. Psychologists say that losing a pet is like losing a child. And I know that I'm going to outlive him, which doesn't lessen the pain. Anyways, here's my advice to anyone reading this; don't let your schedule be in the way of those you love. When you have free time, spend it with them, and make it count. Live for today, because we may not live till tomorrow. And if we do, we need to live so when those around us go, we can live with ourselves knowing we tried to make their lives better before they leave this world and go into the next.