As Fluttershy slowly trot home in the rain, unable to bear the burden any longer, she breaks down, and start crying, her bitter tears mingling with the pouring water from the sky above her, the weather reflecting the emotional turmoil going on inside her. As she cried, she reflected on the events of the past couple days. It had all started when Angel had gotten a fever, his temperature above the normal 103 degrees F (true fact btw), Fluttershy didn't make much of it, tucking him down in a small bed and giving him some medicine. But, a couple days later, when he started coughing and wheezing, his chest rising and falling weakly, Fluttershy knew something was up. Unable to identify what he was sick with and without the right medicine to provide for him, she rushed him to the local vet. Once there, the staff rushed him into the sick bay to test for possible illnesses. Fluttershy, however, was told it would be best if she stayed in the waiting room. Hours went by, Fluttershy's anxiety only increasing by each and every passing minute. Finally, the doctor came out. He regretfully told her that Angel had an fatal illness, which has no known cure. Even worse, there was no option to reduce his pain until he passes, the only humane method at this point was euthanization. At this point, Fluttershy could stand it no longer, and ran out into the pouring rain, knowing she would have to later return in order to give Angel a tearful goodbye to his departure from this world.There's your context, you angsty fuck. (Kidding, you're a great guy/gal, just wanted to make it more dramatic)