Problem is I put up flyers with a picture of her on it and a little like, reward or whatever. After several days, that is, earlier today, someone finally called. They said someone they know had hit her and that they'd called the... Like, animal-control-thingiemajiggidy... So I went where she said it'd happened, and I couldn't see shit. And we tried calling animal control and they haven't picked up a dead cat in over two weeks in our area... Then I went back there to check the bushes and whatnot to see if... Well, my dead cat was there, but nothing. Then I was approached by some immigrant lady that spoke fifty words of danish at best, who asked if I was looking for my cat and then she said something about a road nearby and something with cat(s?), where I then went and... Well, yeah, nothing. It's a huge stretch of road and I had no idea what she specifically meant and... Fuck, I don't know. If the one that called originally was right it sounded like she was dead, so I've no fucking idea what's what. So I've really lost all hope, cause I'm pretty sure she's... Yeah.
I just wish I actually knew atleast. Is she dead? Did she survive? Is someone taking care of her? Is she lying dead somewhere else entirely?
Fucking hell man. This is what I get for living a minute away from a ghetto where half the people don't even speak my language. God damnit.
And yes, I realise this is mostly rambling nonsense, but my brain is fucking fried and I've a fucking internship interview (that'd probably lead to proper employment) coming up this week... Great timing.
I really also just want to hope she's alive and well, and that I'll get my lil' kitty back, but it's so fucking unlikely if not entirely impossible that it's just... Hard to do. But on the other hand, when you're already really, really depressed and then have this happen, it's... Really hard to function at the bare-minimum level without some sort of optimistic, impossible hopes.
God damnit.
And speaking of God, fuck that guy too. What a dick.
