My grandfather really has a way of making people feel awful about themselves, and in a lot of cases, according to my dad and uncle, it's just for the sake of making them feel awful.
He started going on about how Isobelle was such a basket case when my aunt and uncle took her after I left for school, because apparently living in a small apartment made her very neurotic and nervous. I can see that, but I loved her. He made it sound like I was cruel and negligent, when he had no idea what he was talking about.
I've probably loved Isobelle more than any other pet I've had, and it's hurt me so much knowing that she's not mine anymore. My catharsis, if you will, for my loss is playing Clochette (translated to Little Bell, which was Isobelle's nickname), who goes hand in hand with my Mary Sue-type Paris character, Fifi. Their relationship is the only one I have now.