|Purred: Sun Feb 20, '11 5:40pm PST |
|Approx. four years ago, my cat disappeared and I am still not entirely over it. I still miss him and from time to time, want to cry for him.
Artemis was a black domestic short haired cat. When I found him, he was a stray, mangey, full of mites and underweight. He was approx 8 months to a year old when I found him. He was nervous and skittish with people, and scared of new situations, sudden noises or movements, etc. But he came up to me, and he cuddled with me. I was the only one he warmed up to. I begged and begged my mom to be allowed to take him home and she agreed, although she was skeptical.
Artemis became my heart and soul. I enjoyed all different times with him, good and bad. He was an indoor/outdoor cat. He was cleaned up at the vets, neutered, and fattened up at home. He became an all around great cat. Never did he trust strangers, but he slowly warmed up to certain members of my family. I taught him to sit and shake a paw for treats and he loved to be cuddled - although only on his terms.
When we moved, Artemis was not welcomed in the new neighborhood by the local tomcats and quickly got into a fight. After that, he was kept inside all the time. His leg was injured and healing and I refused to let him outside again, as much as I felt bad for cooping him up, because I did not want him to get hurt again. When I came home from school one day, he was missing. My uncle had let him outside.
My cat never came home again and some family believe the coyotes from the fields got him, with his injured leg and others believe he was taken in by some caring people and looked after. I put up fliers, I called vets and humane societies and cat rescues with his tattoo ID numbers and never did I find him.
I even went to the human societies to look at the cats and one, I had thought might have been him, turned out not to be. Same temperament, injured from cat fights, but sadly, no tattoo in his ear. I cried.
To this day, I miss my cat. I wish I could find him, even now. Art will always be my heart cat.
How do you get over it, accept it or let it go? This happened at least four years ago... I still miss my sweetheart and I know if it wasn't for him being let out that day, he would probably still be here with me.
I can't look at black cats with big yellow eyes anymore, without thinking of him.
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