Sad Reality
This is now day #23 of no Cleo sightings. I have to face the fact that something happened to this beautiful manx-cross and after fourteen years of living with us, he is gone now. I have stopped putting out food at night, I stopped a few days ago, knowing that if he was coming out here at night, his meows of hunger would instantly wake me up and I could see if he was okay.
There have been cougar tracks down at the creek, so that is another sad possibility because if he did run off into the puckerbrush, he could have met the cougar.
I don’t know what happened to him, just that something has, and this is the hardest part about working with feral cats. Sometimes, they just vanish and you don’t know what happened. Not knowing is the worst. I wish he had just come home and we had found him lying out in the grass. Now, I sit here with tears in my eyes, wondering if he is hurt, where he is, is he scared? Is he just gone? Life sometimes doesn’t make sense.
Been working on the horse barn today. Put up the back doors, so now I can drive the tractor into the stalls and dump hay or clean the stalls with the machine. That will help save my shoulder a lot.
God, please bring our Cleo back home. I miss him so much, even his over-the-top raspy meow.