Buddy's Perspective
Mommy, what are you doing? You're crying! Oh let me see what's wrong!
You have something in your hands. What is that? It looks like... Like a razor.
Don't hurt yourself! Please, I beg you! I don't want to lose you.
Mommy, if it makes you happy then I'll do it. I snatched the razor from your hand!
Screech! I made a little slit on my neck.
Scratch! I made several cuts on my hands and feet with my sharp claws.
"Oh Buddy, what are you doing?"
Mommy, I'm doing what makes you happy. I'll do whatever you want to do. If its bad, I can't let you hurt yourself.
Why are you crying? Isn't this what you wanted to do? I feel bad. Please don't cry, mommy!
You still have daddy. You have a family, still, just without me now.
I see everything fade to black. I guess it's bedtime for me now, forever. Good night...
Until we meet again.
I love you.
And I always will do.
