Okay, first it was my old pal of 18 years, The Pudster:
And then it was my good friend Shannon.
And then my dad suddenly and unexpectedly died.
And now my beloved Young Jeff has been getting more and more brokener almost everyday. The vet took some blood today so she could test for... well, some really bad stuff... you know, the kind of stuff that could spell Curtains.
So, the short version is... I've had it.
From now on, unless you are immortal and also have world-class luck (as in, you have never had an accident in your life -- not even slightly stubbing your toe), you may no longer enter my affections.
Don't worry. All of you about whom I already care (even slightly), you'll be grandfathered in. I could hardly solve The Problem by suddenly treating you like you had died or something.
But the rest of you shmucks, don't even think of trying to get me to care about you. Unless you are, you know, like I said, invulnerable to harm and decay.
I'm over it. Get me?