Gonna have to read this thread tomorrow!! My rats imaginary dog died a few days before I moved over He was so thick, he sent me pics of two different dogs He went AWOL for about twenty six hours after the death of his imaginary friend...told me he didn't want to be here anymore, before just disappearing...I was worried sick, the manipulating shite! When he reappeared on FB the next day, he told me he'd taken the dog to the beach and buried it....apparently, he'd carried this feckin massive Golden Labrador in his arms at about 2am....and walked thirty minutes to bury it!! He claims he spent the missing 26hrs sat on the beach, with the body of his very dead, very imaginary dog! Obviously, he forgot his sand phobia for those hours of wailing and grieving When I arrived, he pointed to a really high sofa type thingy...ain't no freakin way the imaginary dog could have got up there! He had tears of fake grief in his eyes....I had tears of restrained laughter in mine His words "That's where my dog used to sleep, I miss him so much".....I was dying inside I mean seriously, girls...I'm pretty good at understanding these fucktards, but can somebody please tell me....what the freakin hell was the point in all that??