I’m One of “Those” People Now
Dwight told me, “Tell the truth. When you write, tell the truth, even if it makes you look bad.”
Yesterday, in the 46-degree sunshine, I let Maude, my cat, lounge on the deck off my bedroom. In the summer, she sleeps out there. Once or twice, I found her venturing onto the roof, but, when I called she scurried back onto the deck.
Around 5:00, as it cooled off, I went to close the sliding glass door. Maude was not on the deck. I checked under my bed, under the highboy dresser, in the linen closet, and in Maude’s room.
I called, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”
I checked the backyard.
I looked in the guest bathroom next to the heater.
I called and called and called.
Faith, Gus and I walked around the neighborhood calling and making “ta ta ta ta” We checked garages, patios, the open space and the Preserve.
I posted on kpcw.org and Facebook. I called the local veterinarians. I even reported my missing kitty to the Summit County Animal Control.
Now, I am defeated.
Whenever I saw a “lost pet” poster, ad, or posting, I thought, “How could they let their pet go?”
I am very cautious. I actually have double-gate protection everywhere my dogs go. Both the side-yard and the backyard are double-gated. Inside, they are naked. But, when we leave the house, they wear their bling.
Well, I let Maude out onto my deck. She was not wearing a collar. She is micro-chipped.
Maude is gone.
I am one of “those” people. I cannot find my cat.
I brought her home with a festering wound on her thigh when she was just four months old. She trusted me.
Maude has a respiratory issue and a mass growing in her lung.
For seven-and-a-half years, Maude trusted me.
Yesterday, I let her down.
Now, the heat is cranked up, but the dog door and the sliding glass door are both open. The garage door is about a foot from being closed.
Please, keep her in your prayers.