it was not long ago, i didnt cry when it happened because i was at work i had stuff to do througout the day so i held it in.

Like two days after when i got home i saw my cat outside, usually he gets inside next to me but this time man, this time he just stared blank to the streets, waiting for my dog to come back, that shit broke me, i sat there and cried my ass off, the next day i put some music and watched gigabytes of photos and videos i had i can share you the video that broke me if you want..

So that, cry it out, cuz there nothing else you can do when its a pet, if it was a person you can cope by remembering respecting and using their presence as a motivation in life. With a pet you lost, and wont recover unless the pain gets into your enotional shell