- Storm outside
- left window open
- doused by water
- rolls off bed and faceplants
- knocks out a tooth
- No power
- pitch black
- trips and falls on everything

O shit

Dude, I'm really sorry to hear that.

My worst start to the day doesn't even compare to that...

Many many things ...

but nothing compared to that. I'm sorry, Byrne..

One of our cats died in the night, and I found him when I woke up to go to the bathroom. I moved the couch to get him, wrapped him up, and put him in a box, and stayed up all night until my mother woke up. I never told my mother the full details about what happened, because from the sounds of it, he didin't go out peacefully. Hemmoraging somewhere in his brain and elsewhere caused something like a seisure until he died.

Second was just under a year ago. One of our oldest cats passed away. My mother found him this time, so I woke up to the bad news. At the very least, he went out peaceful. Laying on his back stretched out like he'd normally like to sleep.

And the third, is something I blame myself for. Another one of our older cats passed away a few months back. The cat was built like a big solid brick but lovey as could be. And I spotted something off about him one day. A little inkling in the back of my mind told me to mention it to his caretakers and that they should get him to the vet. I dismissed it.

Four days later they rushed him off to the vet when things became noticeable and it was too late. He'd gotten into a fight with some critter and somewhere along the line one of his lungs was breached and infected. His body cavity filled with puss and other shit. He died not long after the operation to help him out.

And the fourth is not sad, but I remember it because it was a day that I felt utterly defeated on. It's 5 o clock in the morning. I'm in work gear, hardhat and all, and the boss says today we're working in the basement. The basement, at this stage in construction, is a mud hole. One boot down there and you sink up to your knees in mud. So I'm trudging though this fucking mud, keeping my head down, but not low enough, and I smash my head into an iron beam.

The helmet absorbs the impact, but you can still feel it along your neck, like whiplash. At this point, I wanted to call it quits for the day. But I walked forward anyway, past the iron beam, ducking lower this time. Then I smashed into the second iron beam anyway.

Mine was something similar to yours.
No pets involved though.

My condolences.

Getting out of bed...

BTW 100th post, cake and ice cream for you faggots.

I am lactose intolerant.

Waking up to no dick in my mouth.

Muh feels kicked in when I read about your dog

Ha idiot.

Spoiler

I feel for him man.. Sorry Byrne, again.

You just don't make surprises for me anymore.

I'll stab you in your sleep?

Boom surprise honey!

You know that gets me turned on.