This morning ... I found her again, all skinny and weak like a baby. I felt hopeless as I hold her in my hands. I tried to check if she still got sticky shit on her back. She is as clean as she was a baby.
A Christian friend gave me a bottle of water and I fed her with it.
Surprisingly she drank and drank... her body recovered back to her healthy self. My Christian friends proclaimed it's a miracle as I rolled my eyes.
Hamlet became her usual hungry self and rush to find food. She found her biscuit and started to nom at it.
I left her and faded away ... happy that she is back to her old self. It's so hard to forgive myself and this dream gave some closure that she might not be that upset with me.