What a great blog and yes you are right life is too short and at any moment it can be gone. I dunno I was always taught don't go to bed angry because you never know but that doesn't always work. In the last few years I look back on the funerals of loved ones we have buried. The last 5 funerals we went to 3 were way to young to die.
Stacey was 40, she had surgery went home and died from a blood clot, she was a mom of 3 - too young to die
Amanda was 21, she was killed in a DUI accident, she wasn't drinking the other cars driver was. She was killed along with her 21 yr old single mom roommate - too young to die
Tim - he was 42 and after his second round of cancer died a horribly slow death yet he fought so hard to live in the end (while in hospice) he embraced death and welcomed it (he was a Christian), the fight was done - too young to die.
All three of those deaths have made me stop to think about life and how short if can be. How you can't take things for granted. God forbid I should ever die my kids will know that there mom loves them. I tell my kids daily more then once that I love them. I'm also a big into hugs, I hug my kids all the time. Granted I'm not going anywhere but you never do know.

Pets are hard James I know. Its not like you can sit down and tell them or they tell you but even with out words they know you love them and they love you. When we lost our Bonnie I was so incredibly sad, my one son was inconsolable over her passing (she was his cat). Her death was kinda sudden. She had a stroke, I didn't know cats could have those. We rushed her to the vet when we found her not able to walk. We did alot to try and save her and in the end I think we only prolonged her agony/death. To this day that still bothers me but we were just so not ready to let her go, in the end she still passed. We have her brother cat Clyde. He was a wreck after she died, he knew. Its sad until then I didn't really think about animals mourning but they do. It was very evident in Clyde. My cats are indoor cats and he never goes out. After she died he would run out and sit on her grave, it was the saddest thing ever. I took a picture of him sitting there. He would just sit and I let him. I think he needed to say goodbye. OMG I'm crying like a baby writing this