Last night was rough. I got into bed and just laid there. I couldn't fall asleep. And while laying there, my thoughts drifted to Puss Patrell, my old cat. I started thinking about her a lot. And I started getting upset. I was just about two years ago (give or take a day) that I had to have her put to sleep. One day she stopped eating. A trip to the vet revealed a gigantic tumor inside her. It was pushing on her stomach, making her feel full. She was also dehydrated. The vet rehydrated her and we got to bring her home for what ended up being two more days. It was the worst situation I had ever had to go through in my life. I got Puss not long after I moved to Albany, back in 1990. She was this runty little thing, crabby as all hell and pretty much my perfect match. She was the single longest relationship I ever had. I still miss her every single day. She was the best friend I ever had.