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Casey,

I don’t know how to tell you this.

Rudra was hit by a car today and is now in the animal hospital overnight. He seems to be okay. The doctor feels like he WILL survive.

I am so upset as I write this. I tried calling you, but could not get through.

I repeat that he is okay, from what we all can tell. His mouth is messed up and has me freaking out, to which the Dr. says he will probably need surgery there.

My mom is going to cover the entire thing ($600-1000). He will probably be in there for 4-5 days, and I will visit him on each day.

I was looking for him in the day; I let him out early in the morning and later he did not turn up, and it’s chilly out. Around 4:45 I went out on the sidewalk to look for him, and when I turned around he was there on the front stoop making his way through the front door very slowly. From a distance, I thought he was not feeling too well and was about to throw up a hair ball, but then got close to him and I saw that he was hurt—I screamed out “Holy Shit!” in the lobby of the building, then ran up and frantically prepared the cat carrier and called the animal hospital.

The doctor was very cool, saying that he’s pretty sure that he will survive this, but if I did not leave him there and authorize surgery, we would have to put him to sleep “because we can’t leave him like this.” My mom was very cool on the phone about it, and that was that. I asked to see him before I left and they brought him into me wrapped in a towel, setting him on the table. He’s closing his eyes like he’s trying to rest, and seems to be responsive like his normal self, although of course, he is sick. With the door shut, I sobbed and sobbed, and in the car I bawled and bawled and even screamed like a madman.

I am so torn up right now, Casey. I’ve already called some friends and left messages on their voice mails to see if they can keep me some company because I am feeling such despair.

Jeff has just called and is swinging by to take me out to a bar to try and cheer me up. Call me if you like, or can, otherwise I will leave my AIM on and you can message me as soon as possible. I love you darling sweetheart. Stay safe and send loving thoughts toward us in this hard time. Love, g.