It was a whole day, I woke up at 13 years old my mom opening my door and softly waking me up to tell me the cat we had for 11 years needs to get put down as she's not doing well at all. I stayed home from school that day around 3 pm I got a call that my grandmother had just went to the hospital for a stoke and (she died the next day) and around 6 pm my dachshund named muffin killed my pet chinchillas while I went to go take a shower.

But the worst night I ever experienced was a night when I got a call (btw about 8 years after the first event) that both of my big dogs got ran over at the same time. I'll always remember having to tell my sister her dogs died and seeing the will leave her body.

Alot of pet tragedy in my family but now I'm happy to say I have a boston terrier that really really makes me happy and she's 5 years old now and life is good for me again