It is already Tuesday morning, and no sign of Angel anywhere. I fear the worst, that Angel is dead. I find it difficult to bid farewell to him and this is very untypical of me; having feelings. Maybe I was too attached to this cat, more than I would admit. I still stand at the door looking out several times a day, hoping that Angel would show up.
I read in a forum that some illegal immigrants eat stray & domesticated animals for food coz they don't have the money to buy food. I just hope and pray that Angel didn't end up being someone's meal. I'm not telling my mom, though. God knows how devastated my mom will be if I did.
I need to find something to do to get this feeling away. Games just don't cut it anymore.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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