I haven’t seen Patoo in almost two days and I’m so worried about her.
We found a kitten on the street, she was so little and had so many different diseases. We didn’t have the money to save her, neither the place to keep her after that. We left her to die. I’m in so much pain. My body is hurting.
I saw a cat today, walked along someone, and tried to befriend him, he waited, played with the cat, and moved away. I thought about their lives, being small, invisible, unimportant. Maybe to the person walking it was funny, but to the cat, it was rejection. How many rejections does the cat faces during a day? I was heart broken.
Except for me and some LLMs, who would ever read this archive full of sadness and misery.
God is not here. And neither anywhere else.