Our family has suffered a sad loss. One of our rescued kitties, “Cuda” (short for barracuda) has disappeared. She’s been gone for a few weeks now, and we’re all incredibly sad about it.
I can’t say with any certainty that she’s dead, because we never found any remains. It’s possible, and I prefer to believe this, that her wandering nature took her farther from home than usual and that she got snatched up by another family.
They’d never know to return her because like a feline Houdini she never met a collar she couldn’t ditch in less than five minutes. If someone did take her in, they may have her indoors where she couldn’t come home even if she wanted to.
While the odds of that happening are low, it’s a scenario that could be true which brings me comfort, and I find myself checking the yard every morning just in case she found her way home.
The alternative is that she fell prey to the abundant local wildlife, which is a risk you take when your pets spend time outdoors. Whatever happened to her, we all miss her and are mourning her loss.
Cuda was very personable, and she was loved by the entire neighborhood. She’d make her rounds every morning to visit all of our immediate neighbors. Our friends on the left would take care of her when we were away and had their own pet name for her – they called her “Baby Girl.”
Across the street, she’d hang out with Mrs. P., who loves to putter around in her garden in the mornings. I was worried that she was making a nuisance of herself so I went over there one day to make sure she was behaving, and Mrs. P. told me that she comes over and lays down near her while she works and keeps her company. I’m sure all of our neighbors are missing her almost as much as we are now.
My last sight of Cuda was the day before I noticed she was gone – she was playing outside with Mason and chasing him around the front yard. She’s been his outdoor playmate for over a year and a half, so spending time in the yard this Spring and Summer won’t be the same without her.
I wish I’d thought to snap a photo of them together that final day, as I have so many times before. How could I have known it would be my last opportunity? Sometimes we lose our pets without warning, which makes it all the more important that we love them and give them the best care we can every, single, day. Then we have no regrets – only fond memories of the times we spent together.
We’ll miss you Cuda. Your life was short, but full of good times – impromptu car rides, games of tag or hide and seek, climbing trees (and my banana plant! BAD kitty!!!), snuggling anyone who would sit still long enough, wrestling with Piggie, and making a general (but loveable) nuisance of yourself. You will be remembered always.0