I stumbled across this chestnut in my semi-conscious late night wanderings. This film may have choaked me up once or twice, but you can forgive the 8-year-old me, it was pretty damn hardcore for a kid (even Bambi didn't have to sit there and watch his mother die!) and yet, it still seems to work on me. Perfect in every way.
This is just the end, but those in the know, know, and are probably still crying. Thank you Don Bluth for all you have given this generation!
The best part of being a 90's kid is knowing what's good.