Tuesday, November 8, 2011
The above paragraph was written on sunday. Today is tuesday, and this morning when I went to check on Smokey, she was not in the room. It took me a little while to see the hole in the screen at the window. Apparently, the opening I thought was not large enough for her to fit through, was large enough for her to fit through. The room she was in was on our 3rd floor, the attic bedroom. Right away, I freaked. I ran downstairs and out the door to see if she was outside, hurt. But I couldn't find her. I called and called inside my yard and down the street. No Smokey. I went back to the attic room to see if maybe she was hiding. No luck there. Then I went outside again and called for her. No answer.
And then I began to cry. What if she got hurt and took off somewhere where I can't find her to get her help. And I felt bad about my choice, and still do. And will continue to unless I see her again and she is OK.
Apparently, I didn't know what the right thing was for Smokey. She is wilder than I thought and would feel more comfortable being outside, no matter what the weather. I wanted to "save" her. Make her life better, easier. I made the wrong choice. For her.
I just want to know that she made it out of the house without getting hurt. My husband left food outside for her later in the afternoon, and after we came back from walking the dog, the food was gone. That is the only sign I have that she may be OK.
Please keep Smokey in your positive thoughts. I would really appreciate that.