Poor Prince

I had the most devastating day today.
Period.
So please don't bug me for at least another few days.
My beloved baby Prince. . .
might be dying. .
He's not even 4 months old!
And he contracted some disease that came from stupid Sibu.
Affecting the nerves.
The doctor says the chances are not good.
Even if he survives, the success rate of being normal again is like 1-2%.
So I'm damn sad now.
Don't say his name either.
I burst into tears anytime anyone mentions it.
My eyes are already swollen from consistent crying.
I carried him in my arms before I even carried Princess.
And I thought he smelled like coffee.
I wanted to call him Coffee and Princess Toffee.
But the rest of the family were dead set against it.
I miss my baby.
He's with the vet.
I went to see him, he looks so pale and thin.
Can barely even stand up on his own.
His tail looks shorter too.
I don't wanna lose my baby.
God please save him.
He's just a baby.
My lazy, overgrown big baby.
But he's still my darling baby boy.
God, I'm tearing up writing this too.
Give him a chance at life.
He deserves it too.
I'm gonna pray for a miracle .
I want him to survive.
Cos I love him lots.
He's my baby.
The kuai-est baby you can ever find.
I miss you, Prince.
Come home and be OK forever.
I love you, my baby Prince.