It's not our time. Reassure yourself of that. Or... Don't. No pressure... You see, someone could tell if they're dying or not. Tends for most people that fell to much sorrowness that much of my friends fell to the victims of cancer and... Went to a better place. Not so long ago my only pet (that was given to my grandparents to keep) had oofed himself from loud thunderstorms that had him so startled. Not to mention I had painted a picture of him ad bought him a gift. It devastated me. It was not his time. He was so young. But the mere thought of him being about to be oofed had startled him, because he might have thought of thunderstorms as gun shots. Ha. No one really knows.
Nobody cared for him. Or held him. Everyone wept.
Or more like... Me and my cousins did.
He had a beautiful soul.
Ah- I'm rambling again, aren't I? Let's stick to the main point.