Last night I dreamed that Goldie had been lost for a couple of weeks but that I found her, that she was hungry and a little bit scratched and bruised but healthy. I was so glad to find her, and I had been so afraid, that I almost cried from relief. I was about to call everyone I knew to tell them that she was okay, that she had been found...
And then I woke up and remembered that it was a dream, that it has now been two weeks since my parents last saw her, and that I will most likely never see my cat, my daughter,
again.
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