Have you ever lost your pet for more than a day and did you find it

Have you ever lost your pet for more than a day, and did you find it?


A street cat adopted me.
I was feeding him in my backyard:
Until he decided that street life wasn’t for him and we were going to be his forever home:
Well, we took him to the vet as soon as I could get him into a carrier and discovered that he was FIV positive.
No major impact on his life then (or currently), but we were warned that he needed to be an indoor-only cat because outdoors, there was greater risk of straining his immune system to the point where it would begin to fail him.

For that reason, we kept him indoors.
In cold weather? Not a problem.
Wet weather? Not a problem.
But in nice weather, if the door was opening and closing a lot (like when we were bringing in groceries or taking out trash), he’d try to make a break for it.
He wouldn’t go far; just to the front step and then flop down and let himself be carried back inside for cuddles.

But last month, we were planning a trip to Montreal to visit my parents for Passover.
I went on the Monday to help my mother with the cooking.
My husband was to follow on the Friday, and we hired a cat sitter.
But Soot bolted out the door when hubby was leaving and, even though he delayed as long as he could, the cat stayed gone.

We cut the vacation short and came back early.
He wasn’t waiting.
I reached out to a cat rescue group to find out whether he’d turned up at any feral colonies in the area.
We posted flyers and got some phone calls from people nearby confirming that he was in the area, less than a block away.
Unfortunately, he was never there when I went to look.

15 days after he’d run off, he came home.
I don’t know which of us was more relieved.
I do know that he just snuggled and purred for about 10 minutes and, even when he went off to re-explore the house, he kept coming back for more cuddles.


Have you ever lost your pet for more than a day, and did you find it?


A street cat adopted me.
I was feeding him in my backyard:
Until he decided that street life wasn’t for him and we were going to be his forever home:
Well, we took him to the vet as soon as I could get him into a carrier and discovered that he was FIV positive.
No major impact on his life then (or currently), but we were warned that he needed to be an indoor-only cat because outdoors, there was greater risk of straining his immune system to the point where it would begin to fail him.

For that reason, we kept him indoors.
In cold weather? Not a problem.
Wet weather? Not a problem.
But in nice weather, if the door was opening and closing a lot (like when we were bringing in groceries or taking out trash), he’d try to make a break for it.
He wouldn’t go far; just to the front step and then flop down and let himself be carried back inside for cuddles.

But last month, we were planning a trip to Montreal to visit my parents for Passover.
I went on the Monday to help my mother with the cooking.
My husband was to follow on the Friday, and we hired a cat sitter.
But Soot bolted out the door when hubby was leaving and, even though he delayed as long as he could, the cat stayed gone.

We cut the vacation short and came back early.
He wasn’t waiting.
I reached out to a cat rescue group to find out whether he’d turned up at any feral colonies in the area.
We posted flyers and got some phone calls from people nearby confirming that he was in the area, less than a block away.
Unfortunately, he was never there when I went to look.

15 days after he’d run off, he came home.
I don’t know which of us was more relieved.
I do know that he just snuggled and purred for about 10 minutes and, even when he went off to re-explore the house, he kept coming back for more cuddles.

Updated: 19.06.2019 — 7:40 pm

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