This was not a great weekend.
Among other small calamities, Friday night my cat did not come home.
That is not normal. In fact, it never happens and was alarming. I walked the neighborhood around 11pm looking for him. I did not sleep well. At 6:30am, I got up (also not normal) and walked the quiet neighborhood again whistling for him.
My cat is not the kind to wander off. I checked the roads for an accident; nothing.
Maybe he got stuck in a garage or something but he is a good meow'er and I could not hear him.
He is micro-chipped and had a collar so if anyone turned him into authorities, they would call.
That pretty much leaves other people, as in foul play. If someone took him, there is not much we could do about it.
Saturday was pretty miserable as I worried about him. Even my three-year old could not cheer me up. "It's ok, daddy. Now we can get a yellow puppy!"
Around 10pm Saturday night, he showed up at the front door like nothing had happened. He didnt seem anxious or even very hungry (again, not normal). I was worried sick but he knew there was nothing to worry about. Meow.
So my story ends well but such experiences always cause me to reflect and give thanks that this mishap was a minor one.
If this is how I felt about a pet, I cannot even begin to imagine what it would feel like to lose a child, young or old. A loss is one thing but not knowing is so much worse.
What happened? Are they alive and suffering? It gnaws at you. You cannot focus or think straight. Every few minutes you think about it again and worry.
Every year there are thousands of lost children. There are thousands that die far from home in the military or are victims of crime.
My heart goes out to those families and I give thanks that mine are safe.
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