My dog's still missing.
It's been 36 hours already.
It's not funny anymore.

Frank smsed in the morning saying something better will come.
[I DONT WANT ANYTHING BETTER.
I JUST WANT SKIPPY.]
Bennet smsed saying osama has my dog.
[Not very funny. Abit only.]

I don't expect anyone to understand.
But just so you know,
losing Skippy is like losing a piece of my heart.
It's like losing a normal human being.
People can get depressed when they lose a pet you know.

Today's better.
But it's cause I try not to think about Skippy.
When I do, I can't control the tears.
It's so ridiculous to miss and cry over a dog so much,
but I guess he wasn't just any dog to me.
I really loveddddd it.

I was thinking about Skippy all night,
I didn't catch much sleep.
I was awake till 8 or 9 just waiting to hear him bark or hurl.
He usually would at that time.
I was waiting to hear him, so that I could run and get him.
But he didn't.

Can you just imagine if no one took him in?
No one's feeding him.
Dogs can't survive days without water.
Worse. It was raining yesterday.
What if he was shivering?
Ohmyg. I can't..
I can't imagine the unthinkable.
WHERE ARE YOU.

Just come back, okay..
Please.
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