It's been a week since Oliver, my cat, last ate solid food in the house. Five days since he went home to rest, drank water - he won't eat the food I served him. He lost weight in two days, and I can see that he is weak.
Pero hindi ko siya pinigilan nang umalis siya.
I shouldn't let him out. I should have taken care of him here instead, I allowed him, even on his weakest, to roam in the wild, to roam in the dark. Days after, he has not come back, and I realized he won't be.
Sa itsura niya nung umalis siya, I seriously doubt it.
But I still have hope; they say cats have nine lives. I hope Oliver has not used all of them yet. I'm imagining he's out there somewhere, sleeping, gaining his strength back until he can come home. It is wishful thinking, I know, the fact that I know he's not coming back.
He's one year old as of June 18. I am sorry he hasn't lived that long, but I hoped he knew he was loved. He will always be.
I find that it gives me comfort that I somehow know (guessed) what happened to Oliver. Unlike Kata, my other cat, who just disappeared last April (which I am still hoping is alive and thriving somewhere).
Napapaisip tuloy ako, if mag aalaga ulit ako should I let them roam free or keep them in the house?
My first cat, Dino, is also out there. But I know he will always come back home. Most of the time, he's out only at night, and he sleeps at the house by day. But he's a wild one, unlike Oliver, who is the sweetest.
Run free and happy beyond the rainbow bridge, Oliver. You can always come back to us; we will be waiting. The whole gang loves you (Kuya Ken, Andy, Roma, and Dino).
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