Ms Margo

Dear Ms Margo,

I am writing to let you know that we miss you terribly and really, really want you to come back home to us.  I'm not sure where you are, how you got there, or what, if anything, happened to you.  I have spent hours looking for you and even more hours worrying about you.  The kids are sad that you haven't come home and we are all getting discouraged.  

I know you used to drive me crazy, every morning, scratching on the door that goes from the garage to the kitchen, wanting your food.  It didn't matter that I would fill your bowls up with food and water before going to bed, apparently all you did during the night was eat!  I miss hearing that sound of your nails on the door.  The mornings seem to be missing something now.

I also miss the crazy way you'd see our car coming down the street and you'd greet us in the drive-way.  Yep.  Right smack-dab in the middle of the drive-way so that I was unable to pull in for fear of running you over.  Leah would get out and get you so that I could get the car parked.  The last time you did this, you followed it by jumping on the hood of the car while I was trying to pull in.  You gave me and the kids a good laugh that day...

As far as cats go, I can honestly say that you are one of the best.  Never mean, unless you are at the vet, and always ready to be petted and loved on.  At the vet a week ago, I asked him about your drooling when you purr and he said that it was a sign of contentment.  I so wish you were here to drool on us now.  

Such a sweet girl, loving the warm spring and summer days when you would stay out and I'd have to catch you to put you in the garage at night.  When the cold weather come, though, you were most certainly ready to come in the garage and sometimes wouldn't go out, even if I opened the door for you.   That's one reason I worry about you now.  You don't like the cold, the rain, the wind, or the snow.  I pray that wherever you might be, that you have a warm place to curl up and that you are out of the cold and snow.   

People keep telling me that you will be back.  I know that you cats are strange creatures sometimes (sorry - but you are).  But this just isn't like you.  We've had you for 7 1/2 years and you have never done this...ever...That worries me.   Since we haven't found your body anywhere, I still try to keep some hope that you will be back home, but as the days go by, my hope is turning to grief.  

I miss you Ms Margo. The kids miss you.  And Brad misses you.  I hope that you know how loved, wanted, and missed you are.  Come home soon!!!

Love,

Your Family