You don't realize how much a pet means to you. Until they are gone. I hate to even type the words, "a Pet."
Much more than that. They are equal to me in my book. I am not sure what I would choose if it came down to "you or your pet." Probably, the life of my pet. That is how MUCH they are to me in my life. This a.m. my kitty Murray did not show up for breakfast. He lately has been staying inside at night, but decided he wanted to be outside, last night. A cat has a very different mind - compared to a canine. Murray stays close to home, or is in a bush watching me at all times. He is actually, the best watch CAT/dog I have ever had. He was not outside the door when I opened it this morning. Unreal. I was devastated. Long story. Fill in here me calling him, everywhere, for hours. OK, I went to a play tonight, returned. My neighbor said, "maybe, he will be back when you go home!" Usually, when I come home, he is waiting at the end of the driveway. No sign of him. I pulled my truck into the carport. He wasn't there. I got out of the truck, and thought, I will call again. "MURRAY!!" All of a sudden I heard a meow. I thought I was dreaming. I looked around and I didn't see him. I called again, "Murray!" I heard a slight meow. I turned and there he was. Sitting next to the door. I still can't believe my eyes and what I saw. My Murray. I scooped him up and brought him inside to devour some food. He then went up into a huge cat bed and snuggled in. He hasn't left the spot. He is exhausted. Where he was, I don't know. All I know is, I have my Murray back in my life. 8 hours was too long….. LOVE to all of you, your loved ones, who you love, and your animals that you cherish. Thank you GOD, George, and Daddy, for answering my prayers to bring Murray back to me. Laurie
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