[emoangel]

my kitten is lost, hes less than a year old, and im really upset, ive done everything i could to try to find him, and now im in the waiting stage.....im so sad...hes a big part of our family....i hope he comes back but im not sure he will, and if he doesnt im not sure how i'll get over it. I was really attached to him. Anyone else gone through this that wants to share there stories, or any ways of coping? Anything helpful? thanks.

all things shall pass...even life.

[blackenedangel]

I have two kittens of my own, Kelli and Calli and I don't know what I would do if I ever lost them. I have had them for almost two years now and I am attached. They are indoor cats and they sometimes to sneak out the door so we have to keep a close eye open.

I have lost a cat and my heart was broken. His name was Tito and another one named Trigger, my heart was broken when they came up missing. I lived on a farm when I had them and they were outside cats, I saw them everyday, but then one day they never came back and I haven't seen them to this day and that was about 5 years ago. I got passed it but it was very hard.

All I can tell you is not to give up, your kitty will come home if you keep telling yourself that. Angel, your kitty is one of the most important things in your life and he means a lot to you and you give up then there is no hope for your kitty. You have to be strong for your kitty and believe that he will come home. Keep your spirits up and don't let yourself get down, keep your spirits up for your kitty and for yourself. That is the best that I can tell you. Keep smiling

Hugs and Kisses to you,
Brandi (blackenedangel)

You are all poets and I am on the side of death
Jacques Vaché

[Willow]

I lose my cat sometimes. I put signs all over the neighborhood. People bring him back to me. Once I found him in a storm drain. Hope this helps. I hope your kitty comes back soon. HUGS

[afterfostercare]

My sisters house cat got out once... he was gone in the coldest part of the winter I can remember two years ago. Even going around to look for him for more than fifteen minutes was torture on the hands and feet.

THREE WEEKS LATER, I was near the front door of the house, and I heard his voice at the door. He was an emaciated, little rat, but he was home. He slept with me in the living room on the floor, which he normally does not do. He had nightmares, and or was dreaming of his adventures in his sleep, but I just lay there and pet him the whole time.

Now, he is about three times as fat as he was in the beginning... maybe guilt on my sisters part, or preparation on his, but either way, THREE WEEKS and he returned. No posters, nothing.

He also was not an outdoor cat. No idea how he made it back. Don't give up hope. Sometimes walk around, and call his name everynow and then, or her name. Or make your favorite kitty sound that he/she liked.

I have my own kitty story of loss to share.

I will paste my web page about her here

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[SundaysChild]

LOL LOL Wall surfing! I knew a dog that used to do that! LOL I'll have to try that with my own cat... although he's too fat and seldom plays.


"It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived."