I'm afraid that when I lose my enthusiasm, I will regret why I didn't write in the first place. So, I wrote it.
In 2007, I buried four cats. They died in my arms, and their bodies became stiff little by little.
Crying won't solve anything. Sadly, I didn't know what else to do except cry.
Perhaps, recorded in words, it is just a helpless person seeking relief from his own incompetence.
Comfort yourself, you tried your best. Then continue to live a numb life as if nothing happened. Day after day.
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