Sophie has gone missing again. I knew spending 3 weeks out-of-town would be tough on her…. I thought that having a cat sitter would help alleviate her anxiety. I know she is a cat, but she loves/craves/needs human attention/affection. She needs it more than most humans I know. She is such a love bird.
I recieved a message on Wednesday about Sophie from a total stranger. This woman, Monica, called to let me know that Sophie had been “found” …. that she had taken Sophie into her home. She called at midnight EST so I wasn’t able to respond until Thursday (3 hour time difference).. I called her immediately. I thought we lived only a few houses apart…. I told her to just let Sophie go, that she would find her way home. She left me a message stating she let Sophie go Thursday eve, but Sophie has not shown up at the house as of yet. I’ve called Monica a few times, left messages, and she has not responded. The cat sitter, bless her heart, has gone above and beyond to find her…. to no avail. Sophie has been gone for 2 nights now, Thursday night, if she doesn’t show up, is her 3rd night away from the house.
I’m beside myself. My heart hurts.. I feel so stressed and helpless about being so far away and not being able to do anthing. My life is taking forever to progress.. minutes feel like hours.. I’m not focused on anything but finding Sophie…. I’m also overwhelmed by the fact that when I finally do get home, I can’t do anything until Monday (SPCA doesn’t “do” lost and found on Saturday)…. I’m not functioning well… I thought I was stronger than this, but I guess I’m not. I’m at the end of my rope.. I’ve got nothing left to give. This event has pushed me over the edge.
I’ve taken a full ambien so I can sleep tonight. One more day of training and 8 hours of travel… then I can be home to whistle for Sophie…. I hope it isn’t too late.