So that my she-human and I cannot happen to sleep once again. At least it´s not workday and she´s not rushy. I feel a bit better, not her though, since I know big people need to put words to feelings and when these are grey words are darker. I´m such a philosophical cat, like all cats acually, I´d say she finds herself to be guilty of Elmo´s Sunday. Some people love us so much, they get so sick when going to the Town Hall Kennels, they remain sick days after. I read her thoughts,  I can also see Elmo in that place before leaving us when my she-human looks at me into the eyes.
My friend would have loved the stories of My Little Animals.
I miss you, Elmo, I also try to put meows to my pain.