So I ran across tiger is missing, which, if you look at it for a second is really terribly sad. A cat that was given a birthday party has gone missing. Maybe he didn't like wearing the hat, and that's why he took a greyhound to austin, but my poor sappy heart thinks otherwise.

The other night we were watching some animated shorts, one of which was written by Milos Forman, about his dog going missing. He goes out to pond which has frozen over and sees his dog under the ice. Then he goes back and he's not there. You're momentarily relieved only to find that he goes back again to figure out which was the hallucination - with or without - and he sees that the dock is moving and the dog has in fact died in the water. It was completely heartbreaking. I had to look away, stop crying.

I'm pretty attached to my pets. I can't imagine them getting lost. And I hate to imagine the day when they leave this world. I've lost a cat and a dog in the last couple of years, that's enough for a long time. And I miss Diva every day.