Lost my 2nd fur-baby in 7 months today (or more accurately, yesterday).
Best I can tell, same cause---coyotes.
First lost my Maine Coon, Elbereth, (hardly ever called, however, by her hifalutin name, but variously known in our family as "Squirt", "Kitten", "Fuzzybritches", "Flufftail", and "Fuzzbucket") in December last year.
In January, my husband and sons, seeing how I was still grieving over her, picked up (at the hardware store) from a litter of 'found' kittens) a little grey/black/brown brindled hairball with white socks whom they said looked "just like" my baby.
It was too soon, really---I was still grieving over my little girl---but for their sakes, because they were so sure this was "Elbereth II", I said ok.
And Lovable---so named because none of us had ever seen a kitty so crazy about being loved on---CONSTANTLY wanted to be petted, or was rubbing against our legs, or sitting in our laps, or crying to be toted, or lying on my stomach "making mashed potatoes" with her feet----grew on me in spite of myself.
And almost from the beginning she made it CLEAR she was an ALPHA-cat. She feared NOTHING. And she WOULD NOT just be a house cat!
I didn't let her outside until she was much bigger, remembering what had happened to "Fuzzy"--and then only usually in the company of our big, 'street-smart' tomcat (who had adopted her as his little sister and playmate). I figured he'd have the good sense to help her stay safe in the yard, if he saw any danger.
But yesterday afternoon---late, about 5 or 6 pm, when I opened the carport door, Scamp (the tom) rushed in, and "Kitten" (we were nicknaming her, too) rushed out.
I had an uneasy feeling, and walked out in the yard with her for a while, figuring that if anything was out there, maybe if it saw me it would go away. Then I decided to bring her back in, and tried to catch her, but she'd gotten friskier and friskier in the yard, and when she saw me coming she'd sprint further away, so I stopped following her to stop her from running out of the yard. I figured she'd come back in a little while, or climb up on top of our cars to sit, as she usually did.
But night came....and she didn't come back.
It got late--and she didn't come back.
This morning came---still not back.
And I remember that Scamp, when he rushed in last night, had that same air of "scared-ness" about him, that he'd had on the day my last "Kitten" disappeared last December. That was one reason I immediately felt uneasy when she went out.
So both times, "I" let my kitty out and right into the jaws of the coyotes.
God, I wish I could catch and kill those ......^&*%^$*&^!!!
So, all in all, it's just been a lovely day.
I know, in the grand scheme of things, this is such a little matter. After all, some of you have very deep and real problems with beloved family members, health-wise or job-wise or relationship-wise, and we're all living under the specter of so many possible horrific national and world scenarios. So I feel bad jamming up the bandwidth with my small problems.
It's just that---some days, all it would take is just that one more little "straw"--you know?