Last night my blind 16 year old indoor cat wandered out a door that was left open and dissappeared into the sunset. I have had him longer than my children. I have had him longer than my husband. I held him and cried when my first marriage broke up. His breathing helped me learn to sleep alone. I owned his mother before him. I have had him since before I could legally drink. I knew one day he would leave me, but I thought I had a few years left.
I am not taking it well.
There is a slim hope someone kind will find him and return him, but I have a strong feeling he may have been on life #9. I guess you guys might understand. I didn't think it would hit me this hard.
It's raining.
I am not taking it well.
There is a slim hope someone kind will find him and return him, but I have a strong feeling he may have been on life #9. I guess you guys might understand. I didn't think it would hit me this hard.
It's raining.