Ever since a childhood trauma involving a sobbing fit in the lobby of the Malco Theatre after viewing the climactic scene of Old Yeller, I have never been able to finish a book or a movie that featured the death of a beloved pet. Many times, I have been lulled into a false feeling of security, only to be mentally cast back to that empty theatre lobby. I don't want to produce any major spoilers, but who remembers The Yearling? What about