I cannot emotionally deal with this. I feel like I’ve shut down. I raised Coby from a baby with my mom. He was a foster fail. At one point we thought he was going to die. He usually runs out than comes right back. I worked 10.5hrs last night and my mom let him out this morning at 5am. I saw on the camera that he ran chasing something. He hasn’t come back and I’m unbelievably tired. I came home and immediately searched for him. Nothing. We live in a townhouse thing so I put up fliers. I can’t sleep because what if I get a call or spot him on camera? I put cat litter outside and warm wet food and dry food and treats. I feel like I’m never going to see him again.