i had steve with me when my now ex-boyfriend and i were having major troubles. i moved steve and i up to my hometown where my parents live. he was an indoor-outdoor cat, which i now regret, but he was so psycho sometimes it was hard to keep him inside.
hes been missing for a week now. i havent heard anything. ive posted flyers all around our area. ive even gone door to door with mini flyers with his picture and a description and my number. ive gotten a couple calls about black cats, but theres no way to tell if its him, and if its not, which direction do i start looking in?
again, its been a week and im starting to lose hope. i still have a few more nearby neighborhoods to 'canvas' but i cant help but think that he is gone. i dont know if he was hit by a car - we havent found a body, which is probably the hardest on me. i have always had a lot of hope, and i will continue to have some hope until i see his form again. part of me hopes someone took him in, in which case, there is still a chance that i will see him again someday, hopefully soon. i also hope that, if he was hit by a car, or caught by a coyote (we kind of live in the desert) that it was a quick death, because i think the thing that is bothering me most right now, aside from the fact that i dont know where he is or if hes okay, is whether or not he felt/feels pain. i cant stand thinking about that part.
i know i need to have a good cry. the fall semester starts tomorrow, and right now im at my graveyard job with no work to do, so i thought id look on sites about pet loss. knowledge is power and hopefully i can control some aspect of this. i might get off work early so i can go home and be alone in my room, under my covers, in the bed that i shared with him, and cry in the dark. let it all out.
steve is all black, i will post a picture soon. i just logged on to this website 10 minutes ago. he was less than a year old. his birthday would have been next month.
i have a friend who has a service dog and sometimes we joked that steve was my service cat. i really miss him and hope to god that he is okay and can be back in my arms again. he wasnt even a year old, thats what bugs me so much. we have other cats, older cats, and if they were to go, i would still be sad, but i also know their time is coming soon. steve was so young.
anyway, i still have some hope, but its fading fast as days go by and no one calls with a sighting.

it helped me a bit to read others' stories, and im going to read more, but it makes me cry and i dont want to cry at work with other people around, so i might go home and read them later. but i just wanted to get a post in so i can talk with others, because i know communication helps. i dont want to keep it inside.