Last Saturday, my cat disappeared and I never saw him again. At first, I did not think of it. Not knowing that it would be his last day on earth. That morning, he slept on my bed like a baby. I even checked on him if he was alright. That afternoon, I was doing some catch-up with work when he came out from my room and saw him flinched from his long mid-afternoon sleep. That night, he never came back. Usually, I would shake his cat food bottle to signal him to come home to his mother but to no avail, he never showed up. I was a little worried as he always went home and being a house cat, he never wondered far from where I lived.
You see, he was born in my room. I taught him how to use a litter box, and I taught him how to be sweet with Tawas, the other neighbor’s cat who loves to wonder by my home. Every time I would leave the house, he would always welcome me when I came back. I was his mother. I treated like my own. To some, this might be trivial but not to me. He was my world. He was special. He knew when I was happy. He knew when I was sick or down. He knew me inside and out.
On Sunday, I went for a short errand. When I came back, my landlord mentioned seeing a dead cat on the middle of the street that morning. He said he poked it. According to him, he did not recognize the cat. I wished he told me earlier. I could have said my last good-bye and gave him a decent burial. Never saw again. He just never came back.
Never did I anticipate the pain of losing a pet that I cared for since birth. He will be missed. When I get a chance and find a carbon copy of my chubby, sweet, and endearing cat, I will adopt.
Rest in peace MEDYAS! I will always love you.