It was my rat who passed. The one who was seen as ugly and gross, but to me she was my savior. I would be crying in my room (most of the time suicidal lol) and she would come up to her door and look at me until I picked her up. Then, she would curl up on my shoulder and sleep. She probably died of a respitory disease, and when I found her dead, I cried and screamed. It seemed stupid to me. There was worse things happening in the world, but even the smallest of deaths can make you ponder the point of life.