What I just witnessed a couple minutes ago was my cat, smallfry, dieing. Many of you (Actually, like, two friends) might remember him when I found him last summer on a church, abandoned. Well, He got sick, and died today. He was really skinny and he was seizuring and howling and spitting blood all over the place, and was generally a mess. And when he died, my sister broke down, my mom is in tears, and my dad is even sad. But, the problem here, is that I don't really feel anything. Yeah, he was a great cat and all, and he's going to a better place,(With lots of cheese, you cheeseball!) but I'm not crying. Or feeling really anything out of the ordinary for that matter. I mean, I know I should be really sad and everything and crying, but I can't. Well, I can, but the tears wouldn't be sincere. Am I more mature than my family? Or am I simply without sympathy, or a heart? I dunno. It's going to bother me now.