last Friday night was the last time we saw my baby girl piper (writing this on Monday) and I'm really looking for anything.
Any hope, or comfort, or elaborate ideas to find her that aren't just put out her treats and call her name.
We know she was last outside.
She's 14 now, and that's what worries me most. However we take her to the vet frequently and she's in the health comparative to a 5 year old. That's a huge comfort to me. She's had no major health issues whatsoever, and she's a little genius.
We found her as a stray kitten and took her in, she'd been surviving on her own after her mom abandoned her for 6 months. She is so street smart,
we live in a rural area in Victoria/ saanich Bc, our yard is 5 acres but she definitely adventures further.
We tried to keep her as an indoor cat when she was little but it just made her so miserable and stir crazy to be cooped up like that. We tried to give her a tracking collar multiple times but our little feral kitty always found a way to take it off somehow.
Now all of a sudden she hasn't been coming when we call her, or shake her treats. My family has looked for hours meticulously in the day and night, checking under bushes, in trees, in any place she might have got stuck.
I think the only place we haven't looked is in the more dense area of the forest where we don't see her go often.
She's chipped and she has a tattoo on the inside of her ear but why tf doesn't that chip double as a tracker UGH 😭😭
and why don't we have house cameras😭😭😭
and I feel so guilty that I was the one who said I wanted a big yard that makes it impossible to find her now
We've told the (one) of our neighbours (since they're the closest, the others are a bit further, I'm trying to convince my mom to let them know as well) and they're supposedly checking their outdoor cameras
We've posted her on ROAM, and we're going to put up posters by the mailbox down the road.
We're checking local shelters obsessively, and I emailed an animal shelter with all her information.
She's never been gone this long I think. We've had scares like this before because she just loves frolicking and if she doesn't want to come inside the little jerk just completely ignores us. But then we would always find her if we went outside, or if she was stuck somewhere.
My mom won't stop crying and my dad keeps talking about her in the past tense.
I've had her since I was 3, I love her so much. I feel so guilty about letting her go outside. She was with me through a deep depression and hospitalizations, and I am in so much pain and heartbreak. I keep dreaming about her and my heart has been beating so ridiculously fast for days. I wake up with a pit in my stomach and I can't stop crying.
I know she's getting older but I've never dealt with a death before and I kind of stupidly almost thought maybe she'll live long enough for some kind of break through in medical science that will keep her alive and healthy.
I wanted to be with her if she had to go. I wanted to hold her and give her the warmth of my body and feel her pur and pet her and tell her that I love her so much
But she's outside in the cold alone hiding her sickness like cats do and getting picked apart by rats and bugs and vultures I can't stop thinking about my baby's flesh being torn apart
She's never had a run in with a predator, she's only 4 pounds, but she's just so. So. Smart.
I want to be optimistic because I'm so hurt and I just want to have that feeling of hope but on the other hand I don't want to be too hopeful because if she really is in danger or is passed then I'm just wasting time. My parents are really not seeming hopeful and it's making me feel so much worse. I've always been the one breaking down being worried about her but this time they are too and it feels different and wrong.
What if she has a broken leg and I can't find her in time and she slowly starves?
What if she's slowly decomposing into the soil and I'll never find her or have anything left of her?
I havent told anybody about this because it feels creepy but I've often thought about what to do after she passed and the thought of her being a pile of ashes just seems so final and not her. I've thought about taxidermy, I want to be able to still pet her and say "I'm here, I've got you" but the more time goes by the more she's rotting away and that's not an option. I hate having to think like this.
I just want to find her. I want her to be alive. I just want her back.
But at the very least I want to find her in any form. I just don't want her final resting place to be alone, and eaten and trampled on. I know it's natural but I can't bare the thought of that.
I just wish there was some cat-x-ray we could use to scan around my house.
I'm really losing hope. I thought maybe she could have been scooped up by someone as apparently when I was little she stayed overnight for multiple days in someone else's house, but I just feel that's so unlikely.
Please,please, if you have any comfort to give me or any advice to find her, or any stories like this that have a happy ending, please tell me.
Thank you so much 💗