Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The house is different now

The last week and a half I've been a little off. Holding on to a little hope but when I came home from the 24 hour race I had to accept it. She is not coming back. Oakley went missing a week ago Monday.

Oakley shedding on the couch.

I saw her a few times a week ago Sunday and since I was crashed hard not sure if she came in from her normal middle of the night bender. All last week I wander around the neighbourhood with a little hope. When I came back this past Sunday with no change I had to do what I didn't want to do. The cat dish was emptied. Even the Molly Monster has been looking around the house with a little confused look.

She had a great time for the last 12 plus years and I'm going to miss her waking me up at 3am with some present, some dead most alive.


The Vegan Vagabond said...

oh no! I'm so sorry to hear this. Oakley was the sweetest cat.

Peter Keiller said...

i had a cat (that i hated) f-off, i did a happy dance and everything...6 weeks later the idiot came seriously retarded as hell and that ass lived for another 4 years (about 15/16 total). maybe you'll be so lucky?
i gassed it this summer when it was apparent that natural causes werent going to do me justice.

...anyway, you better keep the dish can use it in the interim to soak your dainty mitts in lemon juice after rides or something.

Astroboy said...

Matt, I know how you're feeling. One of mine went missing for 13days last summer!

Don't give up hope. I know a guy who's cat came back after 4months of missing.

Make sure you check in with the local SPCA branch daily, because they only hold strays for 2-3 days before putting them out for adoption.

Oakley will return!

Anonymous said...

We had two cats once. One was dumb and boring, and the other was fun. Cats are stupid sometimes. The fun one took off once, and came back 3 months later. Keep that dish around, just in case.

Matt Spak said...

Thanks for the notes of hope. I'm hoping to come home from work or a ride and see her sitting on the washer squaking at me saying "where the hell is my food, I'm starving!!!"