Tinkerbelle
It has been three weeks since Tinkerbelle went out and didn't return.
Truth is, she was on the front porch laying beautifully when I checked on her at 7:30pm on September 4th, but she didn't want to come in as it was still light out and a beautiful summer evening.
There is a lot of guilt on my part for not bringing her in at that moment.
The next morning and days that followed I walked all over our property, drove our country block many times, checked neighbouring barns, texted people close by to keep an eye out, posted in many forums, and registered with animal services, vet offices and pet stores.
Now, three weeks later, I still weep. I miss her like crazy.
The sound of coyotes haunt me.
I dreamt last night that she came home. It was nice to see her if only in my dreams.
I still have hope that she will return someday and try not to think the worst.
We have told the kids that it is likely that she will never return. Hadley's response was that she would rather give her away, even though she loves her, rather than have her lost out there. This is very mature in my opinion, and breaks my heart as I feel the same way. Easton believes she will either come back one day, find a new home or is dead.
They both understand prey vs. predator. They both hope for the best and talk about her often.
Seeing pictures on my facebook memories are both happy and sad to see.
We miss her. We all miss her!
She was a perfect fit to our family.