I had a great weekend, for the most part. And then I come home. And there she is, Becky, my mouse. Dying. And here I am, too much of a coward to stop her from suffering and just kill her myself. I can't even touch her. I keep checking at her every 2 minutes, just to see how her breathing is going. she's sitting there, all curled up in a corner of the cage. It's so hard to watch. I'm sitting here crying. And I'm like. "come on, it's just a mouse" but like.. it is MY mouse. It's BECKY. She is so sweet and cute and like.. innocent. I'm sitting here crying like a fucking baby. FUCK SAKE IT'S UNFAIR! Animals are like the most pure and innocent creatures on the fucking planet, they don't deserve to die. Not in pain like this. Fuck sake. it's not fair. Why does it hurt so fucking much. It's just a fucking mouse.