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04 August 2009 @ 03:31 pm
So, he's gone. Maybe he'll come back, but he'd already been gone three weeks by the time I came home; it seems unlikely. Maybe he was hit by a car or eaten by a prairie dog or abducted by cat-coveting aliens, but one night he just didn't come back.

I didn't know until I got here, the housemates didn't tell me. Which is just as well, because I was already stressed out about finals. They made the right decision. But it's kind of ruined the homecoming -- I was really looking forward to seeing him. And I keep thinking of him all the time -- unlike Japan, everything around here reminds me. This was his house -- I didn't actually buy it for him, but I can't say he wasn't a factor in the decision, either. I keep expecting to see him, and he's not here.

From what Dusty tells me, they put in a fair bit of effort looking for him. I have to thank them for that.

I'm really bummed about it.

July 23rd would have been his tenth birthday.
In the mood: sadsad
Anne Marielink621 on August 4th, 2009 10:30 pm (UTC)
I'm really sorry to hear that. I can't even imagine coming home to news like that. Has he been microchipped just in case someone does find him?
Douglas Triggs: cateyesdoubt72 on August 5th, 2009 12:16 pm (UTC)
No, unfortunately. Back when I got him, microchipping wasn't common, and he's been living the vet-free lifestyle ever since.

Pounds have been searched, though, and lost cat reports filed. But after this much time...