He used to be noticed, cuddled, loved. Now he bares his fangs.
He drools, he howls, he bites everything that passes by, forced to create this chaos just to be noticed.
I found him at the turn of a trash can, sitting there, ass in the filth, yelling at passers-by. We didn't know if he did it out of jealousy for no longer being loved... Or on the contrary,
if it was perhaps his only way of saying: I love you to the world.
