W With my heart shrinking, worried, we walk along sunny Sunday streets.
I can’t understand what makes me feel that way. It’s definitely not the initial cost of $1000 of all vet examinations that were needed (although, that sum made my gut shrink for a minute). It’s even not the toughest time I have ever had in my life with my cats when they were sick. It’s just that my cat is not with me at the moment. I can do a lot, and I can overcome very difficult times… but only if my cat is with me. Not having it close to me makes me feel not good.
We back home. Surprisingly for me the house feels so empty. Even with two other cats around it feels empty. Surprisingly because Musty has never been a lap cat. But while getting older, he started coming and socialising more often, pushing his head against our heads, purring and getting relaxed in our hands.
Something is missing now. No sound of the Musty’s collar bell. Psst, though… listen, it’s a bell! Musty? It’s impossible that it’s him. He is at the vet hospital right now. It’s just a cat toy-ball rolling on the floor… No white tail risen high and straight up into the air. No meowing for “look at me, I’m here, I came to let you know I’m here. Can you give me a cuddle?!”
My awesome cat babe. We all are missing you. I know it’s better for you to be at the vet hospital now, having fluids and relaxing stuff. We are waiting for you to come back home. I hope nothing serious happened and no surgery needed. I pray for this to the Cats’ Angel.