Ziggy had proven to me that he would not run off - he always stayed close to the house, with an occasional visit next door with his cat-friend, Max. And, he always came when I called him.
He usually was in the front yard when Barney and I went for our daily walk at about 9am, but on Tuesday, he was not there. I figured he was with Max. Then, we needed to leave at 3pm, so I called and called, and nothing. So, when we got back at about 7pm, I called and called again - no luck. So, we started searching. More nothing!
We live in an area of town called "The Woodlands". It's called that for a reason - there are areas in the neighborhood that have lots of trees and woods. It's why we spot deer once in a while. Also, there have been known to house coyotes and foxes - and this year, there has been a black bear running around. But, for some reason, I was never worried - of course, I never let the cats out in the dark, either! Don't bother beating me up - I'm doing a fine job of it by myself. Yes, I KNOW BETTER!!!
I had convinced myself last night that Ziggy had probably met his demise by one of the critters, and I just had to accept it. Then, I had a dream that I saw him at the neighbor's house, and he was hurt. I woke up with a new purpose! I figured that no one would be able to pick him up (he runs the other way whenever anyone tries) - and we live in a very small town without a shelter. But, IF he was attacked and hurt, maybe someone would take him to one of the vet hospitals in town! I just knew that he was sending me a sign! I impatiently waited till they opened and called, expecting him to be there. But, alas, no one has brought in a sweet black cat with white paws. So now I'm back to trying to accept this. I miss him terribly.