I was back at my Granny's, a very green house with green gates, green door and window grills. In this house there was a black cat and I hate it, coz she will always bully my Princess.

Then I heard the all-familiar half-growl-half-meow sound, and a hiss. I quickly went over to the living room to look for Yoyo. I only saw the cat, in one corner, hissing away. Was it my imagination, or was there blood at the corner of her mouth?

I went a few round around the house, calling out for my princess.

Nothing.
No sight no sound. i am starting to get panic. She must be in the house SOMEWHERE.

I went back to the living room for the third time and ask the giant cat, "WHERE IS YOYO?". She looked away, I screamed at her & said if she's not going to tell, there will be no dinner tonight. With a hiss she used her paws and pointed to the top of the window grills.

I look up and there she was, camouflage against the white wall. My little precious was clinging to the grills, perch high up there, shivering... A dull ache punched through my heart. I reach up to take her arms...

Then I see it.

THE BLOOD.

She had a huge chunk of flesh missing at the back of her neck, I can even see her spine. I had a full blown panic attack and was shouting her name & crying at the same time. I run out of the house, screaming at my mum and Grumpy that I'm bringing her to the hospital.

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I was at the hospital. i was begging the doctor to save her. I was crying and begging. The doctor only gave me one word, "I'll try my best."

The sight of her spine keep re-playing in my mind and I paced around in the hospital lobby. I realised I am not wearing any shoe.. I felt cold all over. Dread settled right in the heart and tummy, and I could hear my heart pounding. I pray over and over in my heart, for her not to feel any pain, for her to be save, for her to be well and in my arms again.

I woke with a startled and felt cold all over. I am sweating against the cold. It's 6.45am, 15 minutes before my usual wake-up time. I spend the full 15 minute squeezing the little furball to death, glad to feel her in my arms again, struggling to get out of my grasp and into the warm of the blanket.

What can I do without my little girl? 9/24/2008 06:20:00 PM
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