Guilty guilty

Declan took a tumble today. I'm going to admit it, it's my fault. I left him on the bed, thinking he would be safe enough for the short time I would take to turn on the aircon and the fan. Obviously it wasn't. When I turned around after turning on the fan, I saw him tumbling from the bed head-down onto the floor. My heart went out to the poor boy. He cried and cried, and the ones that really broke my heart were the little whimpers when the loud cries subsided. I apologised to him, after all, I shouldn't have left him on the bed by himself, no matter how short the time.

But it wasn't as bone harrowing and spine chilling as the very first time he took a tumble... I think I'm getting used to it. But the guilt never subsides; it's still as much as the first time he tumbled.

I think I will bring him to Cold Storage later. Need to buy new foods for him already!
(Edited 23 Apr 11am: I didn't bring him to Cold Storage after all, nobody went. Found out there were grapes in the fridge.)