Hey Steph,
Hangin in there, buried her the next day, still don't have the heart to clean out her tank yet, can still she her little footprints in the sand. Sylvester has looked in the tank for her a couple of times and it's weird to see the livingroom so dark at night. I still sometimes expect to see her when I walk through. Doing my best to resist the temptation to get another one, saw a really unique one a couple weeks ago that I wanted. Heck, I'm having a super hard time trying to resist bringing a couple of the stray cats home that we've helped at my work. I melted whenever the one with the broken jaw gave me big kitty hugs, the one humane society took him. There was another that my boyfriend really wanted and even named that just found a new home. I think it would break Sly's heart if I brought another one home, he's a total mama's boy.