My little Tim cat is still not home. He jumped off the balcony on October 1st. I’m exhausted from the anxiety and despair. It’s been a hellish 2 and half weeks.
The last Pawsboost blast I did got no responses.
I’ve put out about 200 flyers. I’ve walked and called with an open can of cat food.
I’ve got water and food out.
I hear people say – my cat came home 2 months later… But all I keep thinking is Winter is Coming.
I miss him so much. I can start crying about it just by spending a moment considering what plight he might be in. Lost, hurt, scared, starved, thirsty… I’m not particularly functional while I’m worried. I am on the verge of tears at work quite often. I’m so tired from lack of sleep that I don’t stay focused.
I want him to be home. Safe and annoying me all the ways that I love him to. It feels like as soon as he is home I will be released from the mental hell that I’ve been living in for weeks.
But I can’t help but feel like he won’t be coming home. That I’ve lost him for always and I don’t even know how I can cope with that.