I know it wasn't a healthy thing to do. But I couldn't bring myself to get rid of Pilz-e's litter box.
Eight months later, I just got it into my head that I needed to do it. So, I just dumped all the litter out. Emptied the last vestiges of my best friend into the trash...
I know it needed to be done. I know it wasn't healthy to hold on to that. But goddamn it. It felt like getting rid of his litter box was betraying him somehow.
Why was that so god-damned difficult?