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I was so happy. For like three seconds. SO. Happy.
Some woman (we think our neighbour across the street) called and asked me if I had found Monstre. ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS GOING TO GET HIM!!! And then she proceeded to tell me about all these ways I could find him (having not realised how long he's been gone).
I hate how completely painful this is. I hate that I still randomly break down about it. I just want it to go away. Or to know what happened. Or for him to come home. For fuck's sake.
This is worse than losing a pet to death. At least you KNOW what happened.
Some woman (we think our neighbour across the street) called and asked me if I had found Monstre. ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS GOING TO GET HIM!!! And then she proceeded to tell me about all these ways I could find him (having not realised how long he's been gone).
I hate how completely painful this is. I hate that I still randomly break down about it. I just want it to go away. Or to know what happened. Or for him to come home. For fuck's sake.
This is worse than losing a pet to death. At least you KNOW what happened.