J and I have been feeding a homeless cat throughout the past five years. "Baby" shows up every morning, looking for her wet food and crunchies. Most mornings, Baby is waiting. She'll tuck behind the pine tree or under the picnic table. Once in awhile, we can get a Meow out of her. Begrudgingly, as really, she's just there for the free food.
Baby hasn't been around in four days...
We hoped that maybe she got caught in someone's garage over the weekend, and would show up today, hungry but okay. Sadly, no.
The other homeless cat, Beauty (aka Skrawny, since she was so emaciated when her former owners abandoned her) did show up for food. But no Baby.
Mornings don't seem quite so bright right now. A dear friend is gone. Yes, I'm sure she went on to a better place, wherever that may be. But I miss my spunky black fluffy morning buddy. The backyard feels empty and so does my heart.