Dec 06, 2006 00:43
I am getting back into the phase where all I want to do is sleep. That is it. I have no motivation to get dressed, talk to people, eat. I just don't want to get out of bed in the morning.
My cat has been missing for 12 days. 12 fucking days. The first few days people were telling me hopeful stories of cats that go missing for months and come home. Or how some old lady might have thought he was a stray and took him inside. Now all of the sudden its "get over it your cat is dead". Or "These things happen for a reason". Or even "well if he was hit by a car at least his death was painless..."
What the fuck! How does anyone know what has happened to my cat?! How do they know that he is dead or alive? Where is this fucking mysterious lady that has him? And if he was hit by a car, how do they know it was painless? Have you been run over by a car and lived to say it wasn't that bad? fuck that
My cat is not dead until I see his lifeless body. And that right there is something I never want to see. He is the best cat in the world, and the world would not be cruel enough to take him away from me.
And if anyone is reading this and thinking "what a baby, its just a cat" then fuck you!
People have no idea what it is like. It is impossible to sympathize with someone in this situation.
I swear... if I hear one more "it happened for a reason" or "you can get another cat"....
and you know the worst part. i let him out 12 days ago. if anyone is to blame it is me