I can only hear the noise outside. No yowling, no barking, no crying. All my four feet friends left behind. Small Sas with hyper active front legs when waiting for a bowl with food, obsessed by love Alaska waiting for the warm hand, beautiful eyes of Asterix sending You glance while passing. Spinning tales when they hear your voice, smile when they jump on you.

And all that behind because of self-imposed exile. I had to quit my job but now I am so sad and sick.

Finish.