so i did the last thing i could do, i cried. cried like a baby, whose icecream just went splat on the ground. cried for the whole afternoon. pathetic right. babybro and sister couldn't find her either so i kept on crying.
it was my own carelessness that led to her disappearance. i was so confident that she'd run back in when the lift doors open or when she hears a loud noise like she always does. and whoever found her or which a**hole took her is one lucky person cause i just washed her that day.
she was like a sister to me, feels like i lost an arm or something.
now the house feels so empty. she's the reason i always look forward to coming home. heck , the first thing i do when i reach home is to go get her from their room and bring her into my room for some quality time. she always makes me smile with her loveable antics. she was the one who understands me the most, more than anyone else in the family.
i want to get another cat just to fill that emptiness in the house but my father has forbidden us from getting more cats. what i'd do to have another cat to love like i did Baby.
i just hope if she has already been found, the person will take good care of her. and if she is still outside there, somewhere, i hope she is doing fine.
father said there's very a slim chance for a house cat to survive outside, so in a way she's better off dead, i'm not being mean just being realistic, it's because she was always dependent on me. always waiting for me to feed her, always waiting for me to 'rescue' her when she gets in a jam with the other cats. basically she has always needed me like i have always needed her.
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god, how i miss her. if only i could get a cat just like her, if only.
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