My poor brother recently lost his friend of eighteen years. His closest friend, his best friend, the only friend who stuck with him through thick and thin, no matter what happened, has passed away. Although some may find it comical that his dearest friend was a cat, please do your best not to laugh. He’s still heartbroken, as he lost him just two days ago. We came home from my late birthday party. My birthday had been on the twelfth. I heard the complaints, “But it’s only six-o’clock!” “I think we should go home. I’m having a blast and all but… I want to go home.”