Zexion wrote:
It was on craigslist (Small chance I know but I'm trying everywhere) and from what I gather it's common on there.
I live in the desert. Even if I say we hunted the coyotes, there is always a chance there is something out there that will come for it. I put his blanket and his bed in my back yard, the blanket over the wall so he can see it and smell it. Good thing I haven't washed it in a long time, covered in his fur. I put my shirt with it too.
I walk him, he knows the area I just...I feel terrible. My father when he was leaving for work noticed the garage didn't shut all the way and went back up. Odd, he closed it again.
That was Ravenpaw setting off the sensor as he snuck out. So, I know my cat. He came back, couldn't get in. Probably felt abandoned, I left on a trip and then he couldn't get back in the house the place the garage always stayed open for him before...that is what kills me the most.
If he was dead and I knew it for sure, well then that's better. Because he is in heaven, being taken care of by heavenly father. But...the signs pointing to he could possibly be alive...the dead bird hunted in his favorite area hunted not eaten...how there isn't anything in the area that we know of that would have gotten him immediately...
That's what kills me the most. I keep seeing in my head that he came back, and couldn't come inside. And I wasn't here for him.