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I don’t know what else to do except pour my heart out here. Maybe writing about Devon going missing Friday afternoon will help in some small way. Over the years pets have passed through our lives touching us in immeasurable ways. They are more than just mere animals. They have been and always be will treasured family members. The last several months have been extremely difficult because we lost to illness both Daisy (November) and DD (Christmas eve). While the losses were not expected they were based on decisions we made as pet parents so that Daisy and DD wouldn’t needlessly suffer. But Devon is a different story. The decision was never given to us. In all the years of having pets we have never had one go missing. We’re lost and so is Devon. I would like to say he is merely misplaced but my heart tells me that isn’t so. At least for now we know he hasn’t been hit or at least there isn’t any evidence this is case. He is known to have a bit of David Copperfield’s magic in him disappearing literally before our eyes. Short of tearing the house apart board by board, and I’d do that if I thought it would bring Devon home, we’ve searched and double checked every nook and cranny of this place inside and out. No sight of or sound from the little guy. Just as irrigation canals are a lure to human children it has been to Devon in the past. We’ve walked the canal, scoured the neighborhood and banged on doors. I called our vet and the emergency vets. Posters have gone up and shelter stops start Monday. We find ourselves gazing out windows willing him to walk through the gate we’ve left open in the backyard or come bounding up the front porch steps with that silly kitty grin lighting up his face. We pray for his safe return or that some kind family will show him love and affection. If neither we pray that whatever might have happened was without suffering.

Devi man you are loved and missed.