Isn't it amazing how you only feel regret after you lose something? How you wished you had studied harder, after walking out of an exam, without any confidence that you've done well. For me, when I realized Garam was missing, I wished I had installed a microchip on her. I thought of it, but decided against it, because back then I felt that Garam was "just a cat" I picked up on the street.
I've given up on looking for her. I hope she comes home soon. If not, I pray that she's in safe hands.
