A while ago I wrote of Chance, my buddy that came out of the cold and found a home in my garage:
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=196561
We haven't seen Chance since Friday. I know, you're probably thinking, "Yeah, and..?", but Chance has been very territorial of "his" home since he arrived, and he's never been gone more than a few days. He loves his bed, and he loves his food.
But the food hasn't been touched.
I scoured the neighborhood on my lunch break, talked to neighbors (one of which Chance frequents regularly; she hasn't seen him either), and thus far, nothing. We've had beautiful weather lately, so I'm praying to God that he's just on a little vacation somewhere, frolicking in the woods, or in someone's lush grass, as he so loves to do.
I'm going to make some nice color posters of him tonight after work, post them throughout the neighborhood, take one over to Animal Control. Still, I feel so powerless.
I feel like my heart is just dying. He's such a good boy, so loving. You can tell how he just loves life and the simple things; peering at you from afar through the grass, rolling on the sidewalk as I'm pulling weeds, just wanting to be a part of your moment.
I'm here sitting in a cubicle, trying to act like I give a damn about what I'm doing, pushing back tears because my heart is elsewhere.
Really needing some kind words from people that understand.
http://www.thecatsite.com/forums/sho...d.php?t=196561
We haven't seen Chance since Friday. I know, you're probably thinking, "Yeah, and..?", but Chance has been very territorial of "his" home since he arrived, and he's never been gone more than a few days. He loves his bed, and he loves his food.
But the food hasn't been touched.
I scoured the neighborhood on my lunch break, talked to neighbors (one of which Chance frequents regularly; she hasn't seen him either), and thus far, nothing. We've had beautiful weather lately, so I'm praying to God that he's just on a little vacation somewhere, frolicking in the woods, or in someone's lush grass, as he so loves to do.
I'm going to make some nice color posters of him tonight after work, post them throughout the neighborhood, take one over to Animal Control. Still, I feel so powerless.
I feel like my heart is just dying. He's such a good boy, so loving. You can tell how he just loves life and the simple things; peering at you from afar through the grass, rolling on the sidewalk as I'm pulling weeds, just wanting to be a part of your moment.
I'm here sitting in a cubicle, trying to act like I give a damn about what I'm doing, pushing back tears because my heart is elsewhere.
Really needing some kind words from people that understand.