One day, Raven… our cat. Got lose. More like ran away, in my eyes.

Raven was as kind as can be. So sweet. she had many nick names. Such as, Ray and Ray-Bay. I don’t know what she could have possibly been thinking that night. Whatever it was, I’m sure she regrets.

The day she ran away… we were leaving to New York. So, if she didn’t return, she would stay. We called and called. Nothing.

That night, “Mom, we can’t just abandon her!” I said.

“I know, if she doesn’t come back, I see no other choice.” Mom said.

“With and empty house, we would have know were to sleep.” Dad agreed. “Me and Ray have been becoming more of friends. I really don’t want to leave her.” Dad said.

Our cats had been lost before. But they always would return.

Puzzled. Starring back. Nothing. Tears. Neighbors, searching and calling, even putting out food. Still no results. Ray will always have a very very big place in my heart.

In the morning dad checked once more. The hole family has there hopes up. “I searched and called-“ Dad says as I interrupt “Did you find her?! Did you find her?!”

Silence.

Then it came out. “No” He said, just as Down hearted as the rest of us were. Our hopeful smiles, erased by reality. “I even turned off the air, to see if she was meowing.”

It had seemed like even Lucy our other cat, knew something was up.

Broken Hearted.