My beloved first “born” Noah has been lost. The morning of the 4th, he got outside and we couldn’t find him and we had to make the dreaded decision to leave without him or stay. We hoped that someone would find him right away and call us, but it has now been 3 months and so we are no longer hopeful. We hope that he has either found a new family to love or that he was taken quickly. We have mourned his loss. He’s been Handsome Hubby’s cat for 11 years, so he especially took it hard. (Even though he was supposed to be my cat…) We loved him dearly & know he’s in God’s hands.
May God bless your socks off as He has ours.