After all, Toby was his dog; he had always been.
And despite everything, I missed taking care of that flea bag, so without further ado I told the pet store clerk to put the little cat in a box, that I was going to take him with me. I had no intention of paying the three hundred dollars he cost, but in the long run that price ended up seeming far too low for the silent support Walter represented in my life. No life should have a price, to begin with.
Now, how pathetic is that? Taking refuge in an animal to mask the pain.
Well, it was the best idea I could come up with to break the monotony: Walter brought variety to my days, and his antics made me laugh.
And why am I being so tedious with the story of an adopted cat?
Perhaps because what seeing that little animal alone in a corner of a
