I never had the motive to start blogging again. Today was supposed to be just another Saturday. I was worn out by the string of events in school. And studying. I was gratified to remain as one of those who do not intend to have a blog. However, I feel that putting down my feelings here will make me realize that all is not lost.
"When a cat is on the verge of dying, it will run as far away as possible to avoid any possibility of his/her owner witnessing his/her death." Countless times I've been told and multiply others have I avoided the feasible truth.
A side of me feels that my cat passed away, while the other side feels that he's still there somewhere. He is a cat that does not stay in the house. He knows his way back home, definitely. Is 4 days an awful long time? How about 5? These thoughts slowly settle down in my mind. I can't seem to accept it in the midst of juggling schoolwork and striving in my everyday life. Before I came home I tried to search high and low for him outside. Are you Behind the trees? Under the cars? Are you even there?
Oh God, can you give me a sign? I am not asking nor demanding, I am pleading. Numerous times have I heard people mentioning about miracles, won't you show me one? I am pleading for your guidance and help to keep me strong and sane in times like these, and most importantly the well being of my dear cat. Didn't you witness the tears during my supplication to you? My mom says you listen to the prayers of everyone, did you notice my desperation? I'm not in a position to expect anything from you, The Most Gracious and Merciful, however it is my earnest intention to amend myself, to be a better person so that you, God Almighty, may resurrect me to meet my cat when everything falls. May He fulfill my prayer.
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