Just less than two years ago, one of my best friends vanished and never came back. She was my cat, Poppy. She was an indoor cat but my mother insisted that the cats go out on an evening, so as per, I let all three of them out for the night. In the morning, Blossom and Ruby returned. But Poppy never did. For days I went and shouted her name in the street, praying that she was only stuck in a garage and she would come home soon. Ruby would come and sit by me while I shouted her and she looked and tried to help. But she's gone. I don't know what happened to her and part of me doesn't even want to know. I miss her a lot. I have a framed picture of her up above my desk at my mum's house (Since I'm currently staying in accommodation at uni and they don't like nails in the walls, urg...) and I can't wait to move into my own place so I can have her framed on the wall again. And I thought the least I could do, as a hunter, was to have a pet named after her. Gondria seemed perfect.
I still pray that one day Poppy might return. No matter what anyone has said, I still have hope. I miss you, my angel. ♥
