Not sure anyone actually reads this but I guess it will be here more as a historical event of records or some type of online public diary.
On the evening of Monday, December 3rd, my first and favorite pet, Pookie, ventured off out of the screen patio through a hole made by a racoon. Which I had covered up but it seems he found a way around it. I don't know when he left as I didn't discover he was missing until Tuesday morning.
He's an indoor only cat, but he's gotten away before. In the past though he's always come back with-in 24 hours.
It's Saturday, December 8th and no sign of Pookie anywhere. It's been 5 days. I've walked around the conservation behind my house, I've put up signs at the stop signs in my area and the developments near by. I've put signs by houses I think he might have gone by. Nothing :(
Never thought losing him could bother me so much but when I look back on my life, I've never had a major tragedy that affected me directly. This was my first pet and will be my first loss of someone or something close to me. So it does sadden me.
Anyway, I still have slight hope that he comes back. I'm afraid someone took him in and now he can't get back to me. I've made large posters today at kinkos, and going to put them out after I get my oil changed in my car.
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