I couldn't stop crying for 2 days and neither could my mom. We put out fliers with his picture, oferring a reward to the one who can bring him back, though I knew it was a futile attempt as Pitchet would not let anyone but family near him. He gets spooked easly with strangers and this drove him further away from our new home.
Human love is unconditional and when a human loves, it manifests itself in words and in deeds. From the moment I got Pitchet from the pet store in September of 2005 all of age 2 months, never a day passed that I didn't feed him, stroke him, carried him, played with him, and as he got older, the trips to the vet, buying his food and litter, allowing him to sleep on my bed. In return, he greets me each time I get home, anticipates the time I wake up, purrs contentedly when I stroke him.
The pain of losing Pitchet is the same pain I felt when I lost my grandmother, the same pain I felt the few times I have loved a man and had gotten hurt. It didn't matter that he was a cat, I loved him as I would love another human being.
Akin to love lost, I wish that whoever finds Pitchet will give him a warm home, keep him healthy and most of all, someone who will love him and give him much more that what I was able to give him when he was with me.
I should stop crying, its distressing Anton, I can feel it.