I believe I like animals more than humans. My cat just turned 2 years old. Today I reported it missing because it has been gone since Wednesday. It never left home for more than 12 hours and was always close by. Turned out it died on Thursday after someone found it struggling not far from home. Kidney failure. The vet did not manage to save him. He was a pure breed Ragdoll. He is the first pet I could call my own. Bought him as a therapy pet. My uncle tried to commit suicide by jumping from a bridge a few months ago. He was in coma for a week. That was horrible but honestly, my cat dying on me feels even worse. Even on my darkest days I could always enjoy my cat. I didn't give up because of him. Now I am in the hospital. I cant handle people. I dont think I am safe at home. It is impossible to explain but my spirit just died. My cat was the reason I kept going. Well now I am in the hospital anyways. I cant even handle life right now.