Last Saturday evening, four nights ago, Boo joined me as I read a book on the bed of our new travel trailer as it was parked in our driveway.
I remember saying jokingly to Boo, “Geeze! Can you purr a little more quietly? I can hardly hear myself read!” He was so content in the crook of my arm, his favorite place to be when we’re hanging out together – which was all the time.
A while later, Boo and I, along with Simon, Quinn, and Shasta, left the trailer. And that was the last I saw of my beloved Boo boy. He just never came in that night – or the next, or the next.
Tom and I fear the worst because Boo NEVER stays away from home for more than a night. Needless to say, we are absolutely heartbroken.
I’ve put up signs around the neighborhood and our vet (who is a half mile away) was nice enough to post a flyer, but so far we have had no news at all about what might have happened to sweet Boo. My guess is that a coyote got him.
This is how I’ve been feeling all week:
I just want my Boo-Boo back.