My body doesn’t ache like it did last night, having my boyfriend home and having talked to my mother helped greatly. I was even able to sleep and only punched G once out of pain-fuelled rage at my body this early morning. While I was half asleep, might I add.
Bru is still gone and I hope we’ll find him by May. I didn’t cry much yesterday but I sure was drinking my sorrows away. Today I’m thinking about his face and ears and little bit of white on his chest, and yes, even his pink asshole. It stands out against black fur, ok?
I see him showing within the week skinny and sad-looking but He’ll be home. And mum will take Jim to the vets to make sure he’s ok and he’ll be an indoor cat from now on. He’s not leaving mum again. He’s my boy and he will be home.