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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
Dustybigmog on August 5th, 2009 04:25 pm (UTC)
I don't think you blame me but I really do feel guilty about it. For weeks I would wake up and think I heard meowing outside. But when I got out of bed and went to check; nothing. I really did try all I could to find him for you.
Douglas Triggs: hasturdoubt72 on August 12th, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
No, I don't blame you. Stuff happens, and I appreciate the effort.