It's funny how certain things can overtake normal, family life. A pet missing, for example. Chad has been missing since Sunday and although we have not totally given up hope, neither did we wake up this morning thinking that he was going to be right outside the door waiting for his breakfast.
We've 'left a light on for him' though. The garage door is open. A candle in the window if you will.
He's a tough cat. If he's just out sowing wild oats, he is probably just fine.
The nagging, nauseating worry is that he somehow was hurt or trapped and could not get home. With anything but the weather we are having right now, he could survive longer than a day or two trapped or hurt.
Yesterday, one of the boys noticed that it is easier to maintain hope when all hope is not taken away. He went on to say that if we knew Chad had been hit by a car or killed, we would be devastated. But not knowing for a fact that he is gone allows us to maintain hope. I remember reading someone say that until you learn of someone's death, that person is alive and well in your life.
Maybe ignorance really is bliss.
I am still hoping that Chad just ran away in a 'hissy fit' after this little Hazel-dog had been here for a week. Chad was the only one having a tough time of it. The new dog loves cats, even ignores cats to a point, and although we tried to tell this to Chad, he didn't quite look like he believed it.
And of course, all Gable wants for Christmas is his cat back.
Come on, Chadder. Come on home, boy.
4 comments:
I hope your cat comes home.
I love you post here about hope. So true.
Kids are often so clear and so correct in how to think and how to faith.
Have you tried to put out any food?
Thanks for the messages. I need to put some food outside for him in case he just stops by but doesn't come in. The garage door is open a bit and there is food in there, but maybe I should put a bit outside. I didn't before because of all the critters we have around here, but I think I will.
Thanks for the suggestion.
I'm sorry, Melanie. Missing a pet sucks. I hope your story ends up different than ours (so far).
I, however, am kind of a control freak, and the not-knowing is not good for me. It doesn't fill me with a sense of hope- more like a feeling of "I should be DOING something, she could be out there". It's a feeling of unrest for me. I just want to KNOW so I can stop the madness.
Especially when you get calls (still) saying that she is out there, and is just a bag of bones. They said she was very scared and hungry. Why oh why would you tell someone missing their dog that?
Yesterday I spent the day walking and driving around in the "said" area of her last appearance. I was almost attacked by 2 other dogs and realized this madness has to stop. And it will. Until we get the next call that she's been spotted. ugh.
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