If you're twelve or under and your pet dies, you throw a fit and mope because "everything is RUINED FOREVER" and nothing can EVER be as good as that pet.
If you're over twelve, you accept that death is a natural part of life, grow up, realize that your pets are what YOU make of them, and that endlessly obsessing over your lost pet is in NO WAY HEALTHY, and move on.
BTW, Pluto isn't going to go back to being a planet either.
If you're over twelve, you accept that death is a natural part of life, grow up, realize that your pets are what YOU make of them, and that endlessly obsessing over your lost pet is in NO WAY HEALTHY, and move on.
BTW, Pluto isn't going to go back to being a planet either.