Sasha didn't make it through her surgery yesterday. She was J's favorite cat and I have to admit, I was pretty attached to her too. So now I get to spend the week depressed about the loss of one of my cats.
And because I am dumb, I keep looking at Elliot and wondering if he misses his mom. And then I start crying again. (Then I make the dumber move of watching "The Land Before Time" and cry some more. Poor Littlefoot.)