Still no cat. I don't think he's coming back and it really, really hurts. I've been crying for fifteen minutes or so. It's just... this string of bad luck and bad decisions is really wearing my nerves thin. I'm just so unhappy so much of the time.
Ugh. I feel sick. I just want to see his little face staring up at me again. I want to hold him and have him go to sleep in the crook of my knee and listen to him purr... it's no big secret he was my favorite. And now I'll probably never see him again.