It's not silly, not at all. I've had a couple episodes thinking about "that time" for Samantha, the latest being this past Thursday. I came home to diarrhea in the house. I don't know who it was (since I have 3 animals now) but part of it looked a little too large to belong to a kitten (excuse, graphic I know). That scared me even more than if it was one of the kittens! I burst into tears and threw my arms around Samantha's neck and cried. If it was her, it's the first time she's had an accident in over two years (since we housebroke her), so I knew it would've been because she didn't feel well, not because she was acting out about the cats or anything else. I kept repeating, "Please don't be sick, PLEASE don't be sick!" She licked my tears, like she always does. Which then made me think of the day I'd come home and she wouldn't be there and I went into hysterics.

So don't think you're silly. It's a little shot of reality like that that helps us realize that we need to cherish every single day we have with our furbuddies. The people here on PT are a little better than the average person, not taking our pets for granted, but I think everyone sort of falls down every once in awhile. So smile, think of the years and memories to come with Simba and focus on that. And I'll do the same for my Samantha.