I spent hours looking for my lost kitty yesterday.
From 7-9 pm, and then from 12-2ish am... pretty much until my voice was hoarse from calling her name, and my legs refused to push any further.
I am so tired, and feel a sick ache in my stomach. I feel like I've lost my baby, and I don't know what to do. Today I've put in an order for fifty posters, which should be ready tomorrow. I'm going to put them inside of plastic page protectors and staple/tape them all around the neighbourhood. Literally EVERYWHERE. I'll go out again tonight and see if I can find her.
I am so worried that a coyote or racoon might have gotten her, or that she might be more than a five block radius away... I just have to hold out hope and be strong. I miss her so much, and to think that I might never get to snuggle with her again makes me want to cry.