I just need to talk about this. I can't seem to focus on my routine, and unfortunately, I feel like it's so prevalent because the one I lost was the most loving. I had four beautiful cats with very different personalities. My beautiful small white cat was so in your face with her love that at times she was annoying. She would headbutt me when sitting in my lap if I wasn't nuzzling her. She laid on my hair and nuzzled me while I did yoga. She wanted under the blankets when I slept so she could put her furnace of a body next to my side and sleep with her face under my arm. It wasn't every night, but she was either there or above my head on the windowsill.
So I guess I should have noticed when we got home late one night and she wasn't upstairs with us. I figured she must be sleeping on the couch or playing under the table, her favorite spot. Neither of us realized that her inquisitive nature had made her dart between my boyfriend's legs when he walked through the door. She spent the night outside, which would have been fine, except that we have raccoons here the size of large dogs. And they've been attacking our poor stray cats.
When I woke up the next morning and put down food, Snow never came to eat. I searched the whole house, before it hit me that she must have slipped outside. I still believed I would find her, sitting on the porch and meowing, saying "hey, you locked me out" like she had done before. When she wasn't there, I started to get worried. I began to search the tiny lot of trees in between our townhomes and the canal.
My neighbor was out with his dog and asked if I was looking for something. When I told him, he started to look nervous. He explained that there was what looked like the remains of a small white animal by the canal. I still told myself it wasn't her until I got there. All we found was half of a tail, three paws, and a leg but a mom knows her baby. Those stupid raccoons killed my poor, sweet girl.
I feel like if I had noticed she wasn't there that night, she'd still be alive. I can't the thought out of my head, even though I know it doesn't matter now. The only thing I can focus on right now is getting those vicious *******s to an unpopulated area where they can't hurt anyone else.
So I guess I should have noticed when we got home late one night and she wasn't upstairs with us. I figured she must be sleeping on the couch or playing under the table, her favorite spot. Neither of us realized that her inquisitive nature had made her dart between my boyfriend's legs when he walked through the door. She spent the night outside, which would have been fine, except that we have raccoons here the size of large dogs. And they've been attacking our poor stray cats.
When I woke up the next morning and put down food, Snow never came to eat. I searched the whole house, before it hit me that she must have slipped outside. I still believed I would find her, sitting on the porch and meowing, saying "hey, you locked me out" like she had done before. When she wasn't there, I started to get worried. I began to search the tiny lot of trees in between our townhomes and the canal.
My neighbor was out with his dog and asked if I was looking for something. When I told him, he started to look nervous. He explained that there was what looked like the remains of a small white animal by the canal. I still told myself it wasn't her until I got there. All we found was half of a tail, three paws, and a leg but a mom knows her baby. Those stupid raccoons killed my poor, sweet girl.
I feel like if I had noticed she wasn't there that night, she'd still be alive. I can't the thought out of my head, even though I know it doesn't matter now. The only thing I can focus on right now is getting those vicious *******s to an unpopulated area where they can't hurt anyone else.
