My friend Irene, the woman whose cat was killed by Jay Baldwin, called me at 6 a.m. this morning. Keep in mind she works and also does volunteer work, so I leave a message and she calls me back.

Anyway, her voice was monotone. I was half asleep. She and her mom lost their 18 year old dog Clyde to cancer a couple weeks ago. I've called her (she said I didn't) and left message to see how everyone was doing and to express my condolences. She made it a point of telling me that all their friends sent sympathy cards and brought food over. She accused me of not caring because Clyde was a dog and not a cat. I told her that simply wasn't true. I love all animals and Clyde was a great dog that I connected with.

She said she THOUGHT that we were friends and I assured her we were. She reminded me that when I lost MooShoo she sent a sympathy card and called everyday to see how I was doing. We live about an hour apart.

Last week I had a pet sitting job, and my best friend's Dad passed away so I had the wake and funeral. She didn't seem to care.

She seems to forget the times I supported her (for over a year) by driving an hour each way to attend the Jay Baldwin trial, making hundreds of phone calls to any and all media, writing letters, and donating $50 for the necropsy to prove "My Little Boy" didn't die of rat poisoning.

I told her that if she feels we no longer have a friendship, it would be her decision, not mine. I then said I can't deal with this right now (I was still half asleep) all the while she was continuing her rant. I hung up.

Am I a bad person??? I prayed every night to St. Francis for Clyde. I called many time to get an update on Clyde's condition. I didn't have the money for a card or postage, as little as it might seem.