Ever had anything give you more of a downer than it should?

I got lumbered with a cat recently, the circs are TL:DR

FUCK cats; I'm a dog man, yeah?

Of course I love the little bugger to bits now.

Meet Silvio.

I cried when I had to have my daughter's guinea pig put down a few years ago. I suspect there was an element of being upset for her as she'd had him since she was a toddler but even so. It proves we are human.

Sometimes I cry after a difficult wank.

Mate, I know how you feel, last year we had to get our cat put down.
We'd had her since she was a kitten and we got her in April 1997, so she was 22. Her name was Be and she looked like Roobarb's Silvio.
I know a lot of people think cats are too aloof, but she was the opposite. She was uber affectionate and would always come to greet you when you came home.
She only stopped doing that when she went deaf, but for the last 5 years when I was working from home, she spent most of the day on my lap and was pretty much my single point of affection through what was by far the worst time of my life.
When it came to the crunch and having to have her put down I wouldn't put her through having to go to the vets one more time, so paid them extra to come to the house. It was awful and whilst she passed away peacefully with me holding her, I was in rag order for ages afterwards. The worst time was driving in the dark when no one could see me, the grief would just surge up.

My mum karked it 3 months later and I probably didn't feel a tenth of grief that I did for the cat.

I was very reticent to articulate it to anyone because I thought they would think I was a weirdo and "it was just a cat" but I had no control over it.

Obviously I am still a super-hetero tiger though. 

Well some of you may remember me from years back on the old MCN site. I've kept reading but stayed away from contributing. 

Meeks your post brought back memories of 5 years ago. I was going through a shit time one xmas and my black and white (called Domino) was 22 but decided to give up the game on January 4th. 

I was in such a shit state I couldn't even go into the vets. My wife did and it's the stupidest thing I ever did. I should have been there for her. I will take that feeling to my grave. 

Took me months and months to recover and for the first time in my life I ended up on tablets for a short spell. 

I can rationalise it all now but being comforted by your ten year old does not make you feel strong. 

Funnily enough I ditched our old dishwasher at the weekend. On top were a few black hairs...........................it never fully goes away. 

I hear you loud and clear.