This weekend I went through what I would consider, one of the most heart breaking experiences that I have ever gone through...I lost my cat. My first pet as an adult, George Cat-Stanza, I adopted him from a shelter 4 years ago to help me get through a rough time in my life, and now I had lost him. He must have escaped at some point while I was coming and going onto the back patio; how did I not notice? I felt panicked, guilty, sad..and even though I work in a pet hospital and deal with these situations from the other side, I didn't know what to do. I really didn't. Knowing all that I know, I hadn't done the things I should have to make finding him any easier. No microchip, no collar, (he's an indoor cat for goodness sake!). It's embarrassing to say that I hadn't followed the advice that I give to clients every single day..but I hadn't, and now I lost my best bud, George.
I posted ads online, I called shelters and local pet hospitals. I recruited friends to do a search party, but it's a little difficult to find a cat. I was so devastated. I couldn't stop checking outside the windows, and every strange noise I heard I was convinced was him meowing.
It had been 4 days and no George. I left food outside for him just in case. I received one email from a lady who thought that she had seen a tabby cat that had been hit by a car on the highway which ironically was right down the road from me. As sick as it made me, I knew I had to find out if it was him. I felt a glimmer of hope when I discovered that the tabby cat was actually a raccoon.
Then, just as quickly as George had escaped, he reappeared. I noticed the food I had left on the patio was gone, but thought that it must have been the squirrels that had eaten it. I opened the patio door just to check and in ran my tiger striped friend. He seemed okay aside from a few fight wounds.
George has been home for only 24 hours now and is already microchipped and a personalized collar with my phone number is on its way!
Lesson learned.
~Alisha
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