To say that I'm feeling sick to the stomach, leaving that cat alone to fend for himself in this cold bleak dark world would be a sentence too trivial.
He's lounging in front of the radiator currently and so satisfied is he with this warmth he knows not comes from where that I shudder tho think of all the days he'd spend in the winter outside.
What's he going to eat? Well of course he'll hunt birds and rodents of the like but oh, I'm knotting up just thinking that he'll be all alone.
Many a times when I've not heard his meows I open the door to find him seated in a position most zen on a welcome mat, and welcome he is always and forever.
My constant night companion who never leaves me alone. Loneliness has become a word distant since he's come into my life and to think he'll be the one lonely for a while.
I feel horrid leaving him to himself.
:(
Imma cry.
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