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It's been four weeks since my cat disappeared in the middle of the night.
She was an inside/outdoor cat, but I knew something was wrong from the beginning. I did the whole thing, posters, walked the whole town and handed flyers, posted on every social media and group, kept an eye out on shop sites or people selling cats, asked construction workers, no shelters in my city so that's out. But in the meantime a total of 4 cats disappeared from my street, which is nothing we could've ever imagined happening. Good town, lots of cats that everyone knows have owners, police patrols every night, friendly people, tight community. Nothing like this ever happened before. I don't think there's anything left that I can do.
You get used to the thought of your cat dying when you have an outdoor one. And I've been trying so hard to get used to the missing scenario, I really have been. But I can't deal with the kidnapped one, I just really can't. She was my whole world, the only reason I survived unto my adulthood, and she chose to stay by my side for years, we knew each other so well. The thought that she might be out there, either enjoying some expensive tuna from a lonely grandma, which I hope she is doing, I hope she's happy and free and forgot about me; but she could be lost on the streets, or I can't even fathom but it's the only thought I have, in some sicko's basement looking for things to torture out of boredom.
I just...how do you deal with this? The empty space that you know should be filled, months of wondering if she's sad or in pain at that exact moment, because every article I've been reading about missing pets deals with the missing part, and that's not really my problem here. I can't see anything else but years of hoping that she's happy, free or at least that she had a quick death, and she's not still alive being holed up somewhere, maybe against her will. Just misery.
I don't know, and it hurts a lot.
Thank you!
She was an inside/outdoor cat, but I knew something was wrong from the beginning. I did the whole thing, posters, walked the whole town and handed flyers, posted on every social media and group, kept an eye out on shop sites or people selling cats, asked construction workers, no shelters in my city so that's out. But in the meantime a total of 4 cats disappeared from my street, which is nothing we could've ever imagined happening. Good town, lots of cats that everyone knows have owners, police patrols every night, friendly people, tight community. Nothing like this ever happened before. I don't think there's anything left that I can do.
You get used to the thought of your cat dying when you have an outdoor one. And I've been trying so hard to get used to the missing scenario, I really have been. But I can't deal with the kidnapped one, I just really can't. She was my whole world, the only reason I survived unto my adulthood, and she chose to stay by my side for years, we knew each other so well. The thought that she might be out there, either enjoying some expensive tuna from a lonely grandma, which I hope she is doing, I hope she's happy and free and forgot about me; but she could be lost on the streets, or I can't even fathom but it's the only thought I have, in some sicko's basement looking for things to torture out of boredom.
I just...how do you deal with this? The empty space that you know should be filled, months of wondering if she's sad or in pain at that exact moment, because every article I've been reading about missing pets deals with the missing part, and that's not really my problem here. I can't see anything else but years of hoping that she's happy, free or at least that she had a quick death, and she's not still alive being holed up somewhere, maybe against her will. Just misery.
I don't know, and it hurts a lot.
Thank you!