Friday, April 21, 2006
I'm learning to accept reality though it hurts so much. I don't know what happened to Pixie... if he's alive or he left because he didn't want me to see him die. A lot of people say that some pets leave their owners to lessen the pain that they would feel if they see them die. But still, I want to believe that he's still alive. He's just hiding in alleys or some good person took him home to be loved and cared for. I miss him terribly, there is not a time that I dont think about him... it's as if half of my life has been taken away. It's very depressing that whenever I get home from work, he's not there to greet me, to sit by my side while I'm eating dinner. I miss his loud meow when he's mad at the other cats. I miss all the things that we do for the past 6 years.
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