Our (Gael and I) cat, Bebop, has gone missing and has been for eight days. He is the sweetest cat in the world, I hope that he is being taken care of and that he hasn't been killed. It makes me feel sick that I am so far away and I can't help search for him.
That is such a gut-wrenching thing to happen. I still feel guilty over the loss of Gill's cat, Unkle Funkle - when we first lived together, and then went to India for a month and moved squats, he stayed with friends but then disappeared. We liked to think that he's still out there somewhere, between squats, but somehow I think it must've been something more sinister.
And Rowan used to have two guinea pigs, Katie and Chloe, who disappeared from their run in our garden. They had escaped once or twice before, so we harboured a fantasy that they were safe living deep within the huge clump of pampas grass in our garden, but I think it much more likely that a fox or a dog got them (our garden was quite open to the park next door, and once I was sitting reading the newspaper on the lawn, I looked up and noticed that a pit bull terrier had strolled in from the park and was eyeing up the guinea pigs).
This was about two years ago, perhaps slightly longer. Rowan went to a farm on a school trip last Friday. When she came back she said that she couldn't look at the guinea pigs, it made her too sad.
That said, I can't stand the cat we have at the moment, Poppy. I want a dog instead. Any takers?
I'm sorry to hear about Unkle Funkle (love the name though).
We had so many animals while I was growing up that we inevitably lost many of them. Our dog, Shire, died from old age at least when I was 8 years old. The rest were hamsters, chickens, ducks, a mouse, a bat, garden snakes, fish, limpits! You name it. The hamsters were brothers and one new years eve one of them ripped the other's eye out, much to my horror. Chickens and ducks often died, sometimes carried away by eagles and hawks or caught by our dog if she got loose while they were out. I became very familiar with the death of animals at a young age, I even held little funerals for the animals and made graveyards for them. The chickens were my favorite pets and I never let our bosses eat any of them when they wanted to, I wonder if since we've moved some of them have ended up on their dinner table.
What's wrong with your cat, Poppy? I'd love a dog, I miss having an animal I can wrestle and run with. :)
I never had a lot of my pets, though my sister had several gerbils & hamsters. We did have a dog which was 1 month and 1 day younger than me (I was born on 02/02/69, Disraeli on 03/03/69) who obviously was a big part of my life for the 15 years he was alive. But for the last two or three years he became progressively blind then deaf then just generally confused - for about two years he would do big puddle diorrhea shits on the carpets which I had to clear up when I got home from school. Eventually he was put to sleep. I think watching his gradual decline made me less sentimental.
A friend my age had a rabbit and guinea pig when she was younger, a dog got them and they discovered remains in the local churchyard. I'm glad that with Rowan's gerbils, at least we still have the fantasy that anything could have happened to them - they may still be living in the pampas grass or the park next door.