Last night was very gusty, and it rained heavily off and on. Around 2am I heard a pup whine, then a few minutes later, a big “bark!”. So I went downstairs, only to find the deck door standing wide open.
It must not have been properly latched. The wind was rather fierce. When I got there Dixie was by the door, and ran out onto the deck when I moved. I got her back in the house. We weren’t sure if there were any other cats out. We were so weary, we didn’t have the mindset to do a “total cat count”. So this morning, everyone but Strider is here. We can’t find him. We’ve called and hunted in the house and outside of the house. In the yard, up and down the street. It’s a sad time for me. I lost Bleu a few years ago when the basement door had been left ajar one day when we left for some errands. We got home and Bleu was gone, and never showed up again.
I sure don’t want a repeat of that. I missed Bleu terribly. Strider has been my best buddy, he sort of replaced Bleu for me. So it’d be just TOO ironic for Strider to dissappear the same way.
Well, I’m more than half-way resigned to that being the case. I am very affected though, as well.