A local news story brings its share of heartache this morning.
Our cat Gomez has been missing since August 18, the day we left on vacation. He escaped the house just as we were packed and ready to go. “He’ll be fine!” everyone groaned. “Mary (our pet care person) comes tonight, he’ll be back for dinner time!”
So against my better judgment, we left. I tried not to worry. Everything would be fine, I told myself.
That was the last time I ever saw Gomez.
Mary called two days later to tell us there was no sign of Gomez. When we got home, he still hadn’t made an appearance.
We made very effort to find him–calling shelters, hanging posters, talking to people in the neighborhood. We met many wonderful people who tried to help us.
But every lead dried up. Even the black cat sightings all turned out to be other cats. I never knew there were so many black cats in Keene!
Gomez is such a great cat! I held onto a slim hope that he’d ingratiated himself into a new home, though I know that’s not how most lost cats end up. I called him every time I went outside. I watched for him as we walked or drove around our neighborhood.
Twice I was sure I’d found him. Happy, happy day!
Then I’d wake up, and realized I’d been dreaming.
Then I read the article in last night’s Keene Sentinel, our local newspaper. Three dead cats found in different Keene neighborhoods. Although there’s no evidence the cats were deliberately killed, the number of incidents, and some details about the deaths, raise a suspicion or two.
Two of the bodies were found very near our house.
I called the detective assigned to the case to get more information. Sure enough, one of the incidents involved a black cat. Actually, the head of a black cat.
It was disposed of by the home owners before the police arrived. And with no body, there was no microchip to be checked.
The head was found the day after Gomez disappeared.
The detective was sympathetic. He has pets, too, and had recently lost one. He knows how hard it is to lose a furry friend.
Some day soon, I’ll share those wonderful stories. As in any bad situation, there are good people who come forward, who cross our path, who restore our hope and faith.
It helps to know that Gomez is not lost, or suffering, or frightened anymore.
But right now, it is a very sad day at our house.
Goodbye, beautiful, beautiful cat.