I know this thread will be pointless to all of you, but it will remind me forever as to why I hate myself.. I had just recently started an Internet Marketing project, I've been really busy almost 14-15 hours a day between IM and school. I used to spend 3-4 hours a day by this guys side. I would lay with him, sleep with him, and play with him all day long. He was the most laid back animal that I have ever seen, we used to always make jokes about him having a marijuana plant hidden somewhere in the back. Once my project started, I started paying less attention to him. I stopped spending time with him and gave him a pat or two every now and then before getting back to work. I shut my door and did nothing but focus on what I needed to in order to start becoming successful in life. I never neglected him though, we always kept food and water out for him, he was always a happy animal... a lazy one. He hated to move.. So I didn't find it strange at all that he hadn't really changed spots in the last few days, that was normal for him. He was still alive, looking around, pawing at us for attention... he wasn't in any pain, but it was a few days ago that I noticed that he was bleeding really bad. He was peeing blood and it was coming out of his butt. I spent most of that day with him. The next day while I was working he started throwing up blood.. I wish I could have done something for him, but we just don't have the money.. This morning I woke up just to get to spend his last few minutes with him. I heard a whine in my sleep and instantly knew where I needed to be. I ran outside of my room and laid beside him during his last few breathes.... I really wish I would have spent those few extra hours with him... were my articles really that important? I love you boy..