I hadn't realized I did catch very serious cold. Tears came out of my eyes from time to time and I kept sneezing. Coming home to have dinner, I started watching Democratic Town Hall in Iowa. It's not a debate, so candidates were not combative but this didn't kill their enthusiasm. Sanders kept selling his campaign theory, overall populations are concerned with Socialism but younger generations are inspired by the new reformation; O'Malley has the least probability of being voted into General Election but his speeches had been very fluid in each debate in the past, and he seemed pretty relaxed, this might be because he had the least pressures too; Clinton repeatedly took the advantages of her roles in foreign policies when she was First Lady, Secretary of State. She seemed having natural connections with CNN host due to her post of New York State Senator as well. Clinton emphasized in her opening statement that it only matters who is going to be the winner in November. This sounded logically her winning weapon within the party because she might be considered with the best chance amongst the three candidates.
I started working from home after the town hall and kept doing until midnight. I hadn't done this for many years but I would drive my mom for a test at the clinic on Tuesday morning and I needed to complete something, so decided to do this.
I didn't write my diary because of the headache. Turning off the light to try to fall into sleep for several minutes, I heard our only survival cat Sunshine scratching the mattress in the reading room, that's where he practices his paws. Looking through the opened door of my bedroom, I could see him standing outside for a couple of seconds in the dark. This was the last scene in my mind before falling into sleep. I actually took this photo on Sunday but forgot to share it earlier.
It might be caused by the difficulty of breathe due to cold, I started dreaming someone putting a pillow onto my mouth, which caused me almost breathless. Then I saw a woman I seemed knowing long ago in yellow both in clothes and under yellow color of lights swinging at the right front side of me. Later on, I saw my late Little soaked by water in the distance of where my left hand could reach, so I grabbed him into my chest, then I saw my late Black running into my way, it's a bit harder to catch him but I eventually reached him with my right hand to pull into my chest too. I was shouting our late Tiger's name but wasn't able to see him anywhere. This might be because he was always trying to hide from me when he was alive to live with the family. However, I woke up in a second with full tears in my eyes. I often thought about Little who died due to that accident when he got mad to run over the handrail on 2nd floor to possibly hit something really hard to have his spinal cord broken. Cats don't have 7 lives. He was put into sleep later that day at Pets Emergency center. That accident could have been avoided if I had taken him to the clinic to put some medicines on him. He had been crazy for quite a while and very active. This clip was taken in early morning of the day Little left the family forever. It's one of Saturdays in April, 2014. I had kept this clip in my cellphone until mid 2015 when I had to delete it to refresh the memory cards.
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