It’s only day 6 of 2020 and it’s been one hell of a day for me. It started off like a normal Monday until it wasn’t. Got up at 6am with Winnie following me downstairs to be fed and no sign of Sadie. Not unusual but she normally turns up. This time she didn’t which set of warning signs for me. I did what I had to do to get ready for work and what not. It’s now 6:30 am and still no sign of Sadie. I check the basement, living room and dining room and I can’t find her. I think ok maybe she’s upstairs in my closet she’s done that before. Still extremely worried though because that’s just me. I wake mom up to say good bye for the day and mention that I can’t find Sadie anywhere. So we think back to when we saw her last which was last night between 10 and 11pm. Mom texts dad and he said he didn’t see her when he was leaving for work either. Now we’re really looking panicky. Mom thinks Sadie slipped out the door when mom went outside for something. So I leave for work making as much noise by my car just in case even though I have convinced myself at this point that Sadie is hiding really well in the house.
I get to work. I’m really out of sorts all day. I’m worrying about Sadie. My mind is continuously being optimistic and thinking of the worse possible scenarios simultaneously. My eye starts twitching and I’m shaky for the rest of the day. I’m also praying to St. Anthony and St. Francis which I don’t normally do on a normal basis. So from about 7:30 until about 9 I’m somewhat optimistic about her being safe. By lunch time my optimism is slowly fading and I’m thinking the worse possible things have happened to Sadie. By 3pm I am so done with my day that I got to point of desperation that I was saying to whomever was listening that at that point I just needed to find her if she was alive or dead. I didn’t really care how she was I just needed to find her!
So 4pm rolls around and I’m cleaning up as fast as I possibly can so I can leave work and start my search. I’m praying to St. Anthony my entire way home. I do a very quick search of the property. Check bushes and other things and a quick glance under the deck. I even call out for her. And nothing. So I get inside and I am greater by Winnie and she knows by now that something is off. I got down to dad’s man cave and look under his desk then into the laundry room and right into the utility room. I check behind the furnace and and other places. Nothing. Back upstairs I go and I look under the couch. Nothing. Under the dining room table. Nothing. In my parents room. Nothing. So I run up stairs to my room and a room we call the alcove. I yell for Sadie and quiet down to try to hear a meow or something. Nothing. I check the one place that I’ve convinced myself where she would be: my closet. And nothing. At that point I am hysterical, heartbreaking sobbing. I can’t find my cat that I have love for 8 years since she was 3 months old. I feel so helpless at this point.
So now my last resort is to go look out side again because now I have to face the truth that she made her way outside. But this time I plan on walking up and down my street and praying that I don’t find her on the side of the road. I bring some treats out with me and I check the very back of the property by the shed to see if she made her way over there. I call her name and shake some treats. It only alerts the annoying dog next door. I stand in the middle of the property shaking some treats and calling Sadie’s name and then I hear it. The faintest meow. But not a strange meow. It was Sadie’s meow. I call for her again and then hear her again. It brings me right to the deck. And I shine my flashlight from my phone underneath and I don’t see her. I hear her again. I move over and shine the light underneath another part of the deck and I see two glowing eyes staring at me. She’s at the back most corner in a spot where I can’t reach. I do go over to her to check on her and she greets me through the lattice. She won’t take the treats I offer to her. Now I am trying to figure out how to get her out. That’s when I call mom with the news that I have found her and she’s relatively safe at the moment.
It took us half an hour to get her out from under the deck. It was a lot of coaxing her with talking and touch but it was food that eventually got her out. I almost couldn’t get her out. I tried to grab her by the scruff of the neck but she got out of my hold and I had to grab her around her middle and drag her out.
She was outside for probably over 16 hours total. And it snowed last night. She was smart enough to get to a safe spot that kept her dry. I seriously convinced myself on the way home from work that I was going to be looking for a dead cat. I have never been more relieved to hear her meow in my life.
She came out of that very hungry and slightly dirty paws. She smells like wet earth. And mom and I came out of that with aches and pains due to how tense we were all day. Now it’s time for sleep.