My cat's name is Hercules. He ran away on Friday and I am having such a hard time coping. He made me smile all the time and we shared so many happy moments. I feel so guilty because I left the door unlatched. I have done EVERYTHING to find him, but it's my fault he is gone and every minute I spend NOT searching feels just wrong. I miss him so badly. My Dad is in the hospital and so I am by myself now and I am not coping well at all. I really miss my baby. If anyone has tips for coping...for searching...for closure--they would be much appreciated.
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