Most days I feel strong and confident, but today is a very somber day. My beautiful, Lil fat boy Whiskers was lost/wandered away. I'm utterly heartbroken and crying a fuck ton. I feel like its my fault, I wasn't watching him and he ran off in the middle of the night. It would be okay, if he was a normal cat. But my baby boy is deaf, doesn't know anything about the outside, thinks everything is friendly. He probably wondered off trying to play with something And I just feel so fucking aweful. I been crying for hours, he is my special fur baby. And is like closest thing I have to a specialneeds child. I haven't given up hope, and I'm continuing to look but if I don't post for a while, its becuz I'm in mourning.