I'm a horrible pet owner.
I got to hold her and tell her how much I loved her before I went to work. When I came home less than 3 hours later she was dead. She was still warm when I found her.
And my mom the heartless b***h that she is just wanted to throw her out. I wound up screaming at her. My dad went out to help me bury her.
Mom keeps telling me that we'll get another one, but I don't want another one. I want Squeaky back alive and healthy. I honestly think I'm done with pets for a long time. At least dolls don't die on you...

