My little white moulse Persey died in me hand a few weeks ago. It wrecked me up good. We had her put down and we weren't allowed to see what they did to her behind an opaque door. They claimed it was a liability issue due to them using the knock out gas. When the vet brought her back into the waiting room she was unconscious and me and my boyfriend both held her in our hands as we cried. But right now I'm playing Rise of the Tomb Raider.