I'm just so heartbroken right now.
A couple weeks ago two of my cats went missing. I am just now coming to terms with the fact that they are not coming back. None of our neighbors have seen them either, and it was the same time the coyotes were coming close to the house.
Squirrel was a cat who was just amazing...She was mean but she was sweet at the same time. She took years of begging until finally, four years ago, I got to go pick my kitty and bring her home. She was a wild kitten but she was just irreplaceable... We called her Squirrel because she looked like a grey squirrel.
She loved my pillows the best :(
The second cat we lost was named Marshmallow. He was a cat who showed up at my trainer's barn and wouldn't let anyone touch him. We herded him into the tack room and got him in a box, then brought him home. He turned out to be the sweetest, cutest cat ever. He was just innocent. Whenever we would raise our voice he would hide behind the fridge. When raccoons came on the porch he would climb to the top of the screen to get away from them. He was so kind and loved attention from anyone.
I am heartbroken about losing Squirrel, but the thought of Marshmallow getting eaten just makes me sick. Squirrel was tough, she chased off the dogs and knew how to defend herself. Our little Mallow was just scared and innocent
Part of me hopes they just ran off and someone picked them up and is loving them in their warm, cozy house...But I know that's a one in a million chance out here.
RIP Squirrel and Marshmallow...Mommy loves you...