Tuesday, September 20, 2005
I just couldn't stop crying.
Someone called the clinic today to tell them that they think we had their cat. I took the message and returned the call on my way back from an appointment from my car. David said that they lived in New Orleans but were on vacation during the hurricane and that their cats were in the house. They had called their vet to see if he could go get the cats, but when he arrived, the cats were not there. David has been searching on Petfinder for his missing long haired grey cat since then.
He saw Lolita and thought, maybe, just maybe it was her. She looked similar and there aren't that many that look like that he thought. I asked him if the location where Lolita was picked up was near his house and with great sadness in his voice, he said, "No, that is a long way from our neighborhood. It must not be her."
I told him we could still exchange pictures just in case I came across another cat like this. I told him to take care and I'll keep my eyes out for her.
I hung up the phone and even though I was alone in my car I said out loud...."that is rough stuff" and then I started crying. Thinking of David and his quest to find his missing cat, I just couldn't stop crying.
