I can't believe I'm writing this post. Tucker escaped from the house last night and is missing. As an old guy, he sleeps a lot and I assumed he was sleeping in his carrier like he often does. I think he slipped outside when I took out the trash, but I never saw or heard him.
Jim and I canvassed the neighborhood, passed out flyers, talked to people, until nearly midnight. Jim went out afterward on his bike until nearly 1.Then we were up at 6, catching neighbors as they left for work and searching again.
I've filed a report with the local humane society, called my vet, posted on craigslist. I've cried for hours and am crying again, for the guilt, the pain, the worry. Oh Tucker kitty, please come home.
We'd sure appreciate any good thoughts and purrs to bring him home. I never imagined this would happen and it seems so surreal. Going to sign off now. . .