Marked NSFW for assumed neglect
Louie was my favourite little guy. I stayed in an abusive relationship far longer than I should've because I was terrified the pets would be treated poorly when I was gone and not there to love them. His chinchilla was bonded to me, he barely spent time with him, would forget to feed him and give him water, didn't know what wood was safe and what food was right and acted like I was a dick when I pointed out unsafe things. I tried to get him a new cage for 3 years but my ex insisted the rust wouldn't hurt him and he was fine.
It's been almost two years since I left that situation. I think about Louie and the two cats I left behind every day. I wish I could've brought them with me. I think about him a lot, in a cage in the basement, by himself, getting ignored because I'm not there to read him HP lovecraft and play hide and seek. I don't know if he ever bonded to my ex, I don't know if he gets to play outside the cage anymore, I don't know if he ever got a new one or if my ex ever got him a wheel, I don't know if he's alright and it kills me inside. At first, I loved to see your little friends and imagine my guy was doing well, too - but as time goes on I get more and more worried hes in hell. I'm leaving so the thoughts aren't in my mind while I scroll here - please hug your chins extra tight for me tonight and treat them extra gently for my sweet Louie. I wish I could hug him one more time. I wish he understood why I wasn't there.