I thought I killed my rat today. When I got to work I started feeling super anxious, to the point that I was in pale and nauseous. My manager was nice saw this and gave me my break early and extended it for me. (Obviously I didn't tell them why I was like that.) I was paranoid that I had killed my pet rat since I couldn't remember the last time I filled his water bottle.  When I finally got off work and rushed home, I found his bottle 2/3s full.