This morning I was really busy and shuffling around to get my coffee and toast and get to the bus stop in time (bloody bus drivers’ strike keeps me on edge). Suddenly Amadeus ran whining under the dining-room table. I had apparently kicked him. Mum noticed he was limping a bit but when I touched his paw and squeezed and felt it a little he didn’t complain at all. I had to run but now I can’t concentrate on anything.
I feel sick in the stomach. I just hope Mum’ll send me a message telling Ami’s all right.
[edit @ 10:48] Mum sent a message (or Ami, actually ) telling that he’s alright. Phew. [/edit]