I got a sugar glider (which is similar to a flying squirrel) for a Valentines Day present when I was 15. After a week of loving it, it got out of its cage and tried to cuddle with me while I slept. In the morning I discovered that I had rolled over and suffocated it.

About a year later, my brother found my dogs playing tug-a-war with my bunny. They kept it a secret for a while and told me it ran away.

Not long after that, my sweet cute little black dog got out of the gate and a stranger picked her up and took her to their house till they could find who she belonged to. Their two wiener dogs bit her to death.

Today was a bad day because I lost another friend. I took my cat to the vet because she had been throwing up (20 times all over the house). Turns out she ate a tennis ball or something and they’d have to perform surgery to remove it. I love my cat, but I can’t spend a couple thousand dollars to remove whatever she ate. So I cried as I took her to be put to sleep.

I’m sure stuff like this happens to everyone. It’s just hard.