I've been telling myself that Feefee will be okay. He will come home and play catch-the-mouse with me. =/ Am I lying to myself or is this hope? I've been clinging on that thought.
I've been wondering if he already ate or drank? He is never off my mind. I want to ask the doctor how he is but I'm afraid of the answer.
Sometimes when I stopped praying in my mind, I wondered if it'll work that way. I wonder if it's wrong for me to stop thinking about him for a little while. What can I do so he can survive? That's what I've been asking myself. Do I have to fast? Do I have to keep praying for hours which I did so since yesterday.
I want to eat but it feels so wrong for me to eat here when Feefee's probably suffering in the veterinary. And he's alone too. And I'm not with him. I want to be there but I'm afraid I will cry. But I want to see him again.
But I'm afraid.
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