Nimbus has been gone for weeks. I've actually lost count. Looking back, it's probably been closer to a month. He went missing shortly after my last party in Pen. That feels like a month ago, and I've been on prozac for three weeks.
This is the first time I've cried since going on prozac. It's so hard to do. Over the past weeks, I've had low moments, but no real depression. For a while I felt very numb about anything that depresses me. Some times I have just wanted to cry over something, because it can often be relieving to do so, but tears just wouldn't come. I'm absolutely devastated over Nimbus' disappearance, and I can barely shed a few tears. I actually got out of bed to write this because I knew writing it would make me cry more, and I want to cry for him so bad.
I dream of him returning home, absolutely every night. Every morning I look around and wonder where he is, only to remember with a pang of disappointment, it was still just a dream.
Nimbus I love you so much. Please be safe. Please come home. My love for you alone has gotten me through my worst times this last year. I have stayed, just for you. You have been my reason to live. Don't leave me now. You are more than just a cat. You are more than 551 HKT in Summerland. You've been my constant for years, I watched you being born, I watched you grow. I watched you become a better person with every move we made. I've watched you become a man, become more beautiful and brave with every year and every new house and every new set of people. Baby you are my favourite person. Nimbus, please come home alive.
I love you more than life. I need you.