Ah... so young.

Hythlodaeus brushed his fingers over the soft fur of one ear, then, guided by instinct and a pinch of his sight, he moved the fingertips to the base and scratched lightly.

"Then you have time, so long as you hold on to your time. You can figure out who is there to keep, and how to deal with those who have slipped away, one way or another."

Live, my friend. Live, and learn, and seek out the slivers of happiness that life can allow.