He's been gone for two days. It's been some pretty nasty weather recently, too, so that's two days in off-and-on severe thunderstorms. He's been having seizures of late, and I'm deathly afraid he's lying somewhere, paralyzed and unable to move, needing me.

He doesn't have a large range (he's 16 years old for pete's sake) so I'd like to find something. Him, alive or dead. I'd really prefer alive, though, because this is my baby. I've had this cat for 16 years, and he's just very special.

This is what I have been afraid of, every time he goes outside. I'm always scared he's going to go out, and not come back.

And now he has. I call, and call, at the wee hours of the morning, probably driving my neighbors insane. I took the dog into our back yard today, hoping maybe he could find... something. No dice. He did chase one of the neighbor's cats, but no Tinkerbell.

I feel selfish asking for prayers for a cat, but this cat is so special to me that I don't know what I'm going to do if he's gone. So I'm going to BE selfish, and ask for prayers, that Tinkerbell makes it safely home, or I at least find something, some closure. I don't think I can take not knowing although, you know?

I think I already do.