Is the worst part in the story. I can't stand thefact that I don't know where he is and worse that I don't know if he's ok or not. Whateverit is, I hopehe is ok and that nothing bad happened to him. but with the time passing, the chances that he will come back are low 
I miss playing with him. I miss the his 'smile' and his tail waving and hiting everything around, I miss his smell, I miss when he comes in the morning to see if everything is ok and he puts his head on my bed.
I can't enjoy anything and can not concentrate in anything not knowing what his condition.
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