I'd just already read both of these and cried then, now I'm in tears again, I suppose it's just a good job I haven't put my make up on yet, we've had several pets put down I was first too young to go with them, then at uni. I always know it's the best thing to do, easing their suffering, but this never makes it any easier for me, I sigh thinking "Well, you know they had a good life it ended well" then burst into tears again thinking "I want them back now, I love them!" And despite how much I love having pets it's why I'm so dubious about getting any myself, I have to weigh up giving a loving home to an abandoned animal (we always get rescue beasties) and the sorrow it's going to cause me when they die. Which is a very selfish way of thinking about it I know, but for now the decisions out of my hands as I'm a student too poor to afford a pet and I don't think my landlord would be too keen either.