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My childhood cat of 16 years is missing. He's been sick for a couple years and losing weight. A couple times he's gone under a bed or in a closet for a few days, with mom and dad saying they think he's about gone.
But mom said he's been better lately, eating and moving around. At Christmas he was really skinny but seemed happy and active for his age.
But when I packed up my things to back to Philly on Saturday, mom is pretty sure he got out. Usually he'll only stray to the front yard and eat grass. But we left for a few hours without knowing he could be outside.
Mom is so devastated. She's said she's looked everywhere, and I definitely believe that. She said she was prepared for him to die, but to not know where he is is so much more painful. I thought he was doing his hiding thing so he could pass, but the thought of him in the cold and dark breaks my heart. Mom said she just didn't want it to end this way. Even if they find him and he's already gone, at least we know what happened and he can be buried with his family (other pets) out back.
I hate that foolish feeling of crying over pets. They are our best friends. It's really foolish in itself to feel foolish.
I really miss this cat, so badly.
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