You’re not going to believe this. I still don’t, but for all you Positive Pollys out there who wished for a happy outcome, you rock! Thank YOU! Trooper is home! Alive even!
We now think that Trooper went out that morning, three long weeks ago and something either interested him and he followed pursuit- or he got scared by something and took off. Then got lost. He’s down a few pounds from his 7lb body, he’s dirty and hungry but MAN, WAS HE PURRING! He doesn’t do that normally either. I got the call this afternoon from a woman who lives around the corner saying they found him 2 days ago in their yard. She takes care of cats and recognized the signs of the cancer and his advanced age and realized maybe his owner would be looking for him. She brought him to the shelter and saw my flier and called me. We are soo happy he’s home!
It’s crazy emotions today because we had just reconciled the fact that he “died like a cat” and here suddenly is the grieving renewed, mixed in joy, mixed in with guilt (how could I given up hope?), mixed in with sadness at his three weeks of homelessness and then right back ’round to JOY he is home, purring with us. We also know we’ll have to put him down soon, but we’re so grateful to have a few more days with him. Thank you for not giving up hope when I did – you all have made an impression on me that I won’t soon forget.
