The day I look for sympathy is the day I fucking die, BUT!!!
My cat Poko just died. White and so fat it was impossible to distinguish him from a marshmellow. Very loyal, but possibly because he didn't have the discipline or the leg power to make it to the next house. And when a pet, people aren't half as understanding or sympathetic as when a person you know dies. Which is frustrating because an animal can be just as important if not more so than a human and as furries or furs or anthros or how we identify, I'd like to think we relate to this bond between animals.
Now, I'm off to smack someone in the face with a silicon dick and seriously vent some rage on f-list! Fuck ya'll. Love ya'll, Kay out!