About a week ago one of our cats who was really sick had to be put to sleep at the vet. I've never had to go to the vet just to find out a pet would need to be put down, and I was never sure what it would be like. I always expected not to have any emotion, because whenever people have told me sad stories about their life or something that happened to a friend, even if it was recent, I always remained emotionless. But I can honestly say, despite not really being my cat, it was really really heartbreaking. I ran to the car crying, twice, to be alone. Then again in my room when we got home. I just couldn't stand to see the poor thing lying there distressed and so worn out. It just hurt so much.
After burying him I went into a depression and a horrible feeling of loneliness. I didn't really want to talk to anyone at home either. Recently I chatted with some friends on Skype, and managed to break out of some of the depression. I think it helped a great deal, and I don't feel as horrible. There's some sadness that remains, but I feel I can get through it.
I can honestly say, my return to Billings hasn't been the most pleasant. But very soon I'll look into some driving jobs so I can have some time to myself, and have something to do to keep my mind occupied as well as save some money and look into some Colleges in the near future.