The last time I legit cried was a little more than a year and a half ago, when I thought my dog was going to have to be put down. I didn't know it at the time, but he has a condition called degenerative disk disease, which basically means his back is fucked up and he's not as spry as he used to be, but sometimes it can get extra fucked up and he doesn't walk right, or if it's really bad, he can't walk at all until he lays down for like a day. I didn't know that, and thought I was leaving him at the vet overnight for observation, and that the next day he wouldn't be any better and I would have to tell them to put him down.
Anyway, I went home and cried like Brandnew at a sewing circle. Serious, full body sobs, face buried in a pillow kind of shit. I have no clue what the fuck is going to happen to me when that fucker does actually die.