This weekend my little baby, Poptart, died. She was sick all week long, but I thought maybe she just had a little belly ache and wouldn't eat. I've owned several cats in my lifetime, and my experience told me she would get over it eventually. Friday afternoon when she followed me in the house after school, she continued her routine of denying food and then laying next to me while I played videogames. She seemed like she had the rest of the week; I pitied the poor thing and cuddled her before heading off to my friends house before seeing Star Wars, then spending the night and playing D&D the next day. When I finally got home Saturday night, I