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It's a year tomorrow...
...since our Rover went missing. I still go cold when I think about what an awful time it was.
Rover is currently fast (very fast) asleep on the sofa, he won't remember.
Rover is currently fast (very fast) asleep on the sofa, he won't remember.
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.I remember some of it Boxy. My heart went out to you because i went through a similar thing in 2009 when ASBO went missing. He was gone for weeks. Having searched for him for weeks and having been informed by the council that a cat which met his description was found dead on the road about 2 miles away, I eventually I accepted I had lost him.
I sobbed my heart out the night he came home. Tired, skinny, flea ridden but so so pleased to see his mum. He is now the cuddliest cat ever and rarely leaves home.
I sobbed my heart out the night he came home. Tired, skinny, flea ridden but so so pleased to see his mum. He is now the cuddliest cat ever and rarely leaves home.
Gness, we were. We spent all last summer scouring the town, peering under hedges, following up lost causes all over the place (looking at cats which looked nothing like him...) - it was his microchip which identified him in the end, since while he was away he'd gone from brown tabby to grey, so CPL said they wouldn't have connected the lost report with the actual cat. God bless the microchip, say I!
When we ran a cattery a lady brought her cat to us ....loose in the car! She opened the door and the cat was off. She lived twelve miles away so it was unlikely it would find it`s way home. She went off on holiday and we searched and searched with no luck. A couple of weeks later I phoned a friend for a chat. She lives about three miles from me. She told me about a cat that had turned up on her doorstep that evening so I drove round and there was the missing cat!
I remember that boxtops, and often thought at the time about poor Rover, so glad when he turned up. In 1996 I moved house, and after only about 3 days Boots went AWOL, he was missing for 5 days and I thought he would not survive because to get back to the old house meant crossing dual carriageways and a busy town. Anyhoo I was stood at the kitchen window and this poor, dirty, scruffy cat was sat on my fence, it was him, he never left my side after that.