I walked for miles delivering leaflets from 5am Monday morning, Made posters for the vets and pet shop. knocked on doors, I was sure he would be trapped somewhere. I phoned The RSPCA, Local cat rescue, Cats protection league, both local vets, Put details on the missing pet register online and anywhere and everywhere.
For two days I couldn't sleep or eat and felt physically sick thinking about what may be happening to him. so close to tears m eyes constantly stang and even my children were concerned about me because I am laid back, I am calm, I don't make a fuss. and I am usually bubbly.
I was quiet, I sat by computer and phone. I walked until I ended up on pain killers. I talked to everyone about possibility of them seeing a black and white moggy. I called police who do not take details anyway so no help there and we all had to just wait and hope.
On Tuesday, I was watching our other cat Callie sitting in the sunshine, in her favorite spot on the bench at the bottom of the garden. I heard a meow and another and another and headed for the back door to hear my husband saying Bo Bo where the bloody hell have you been, and as I looked out the door, Bo was sauntering in, meowing the whole time, his white fur was grey from oil and grease but he was fine (if a little hungry) Callie came running in from the garden, he gave her a swipe to say I am back, behave! and we are all very happy to have him home :)
Glad to be home :)