He was there when you were alone and needed a friend. Now your cat is dying, and you feel helpless.
Money is the root of all evil.
Especially when you don't have any. When I was in high school, a frightening nine years ago, my guidance counselor asked me what I wanted to do with my life. I told her I wanted to be a writer. She mentioned that, get this, writers don't make a lot of money. Money isn't important to me.