Knowing I could no longer take care of her, and knowing she'd bonded with my friend's animals, I decided to give her into the care of said friends. Earlier this morning, they told me she was happy one minute, and the next, she was gone. I don't know what happened, she actually was sneezing a bit, but... I dunno. I just feel so... guilty, I guess is the word. I was being honest with myself in knowing I couldn't care for her anymore and tried to think of the best solution.
I don't think I'll be getting another therapy pet anytime soon. I'm at that point where maybe I wasn't meant to have one... among other depressing thoughts.
Thanks, guys, for all the years of support and fun. I'll still be here..