UPDATE: The love we have for our pets

My missing baby Oscar has been found! He is home.

I felt an overwhelming urge to check out my window to see if he was there. I see my black and white cat Oreo by the barbeque sniffing and there he is…oscar. Sitting under the barbeque.

I never ran out so fast, picked him up and burst into tears. I never thought I’d see him again.

His paws are green, like he’s been walking in grass. His fur has a greasy feel to it and he is sleeping so I think he has been lost rather than being kept in a house.

It’s been windy, raining and cold and I honestly thought the worst.

I kept hoping. Weirdly I was reading people’s stories last night about their missing cats and the majority said “three days-” so to get to sleep I kept saying he will be back tomorrow. And he is!

I am overjoyed.

If someone did have him, then…ugh. I’m really possessive, hate the thought of him being someone elses, he’s mine bitch!

Getting another collar for the 100th time. I am so happy. I just felt the need to tell everyone! 🙂 

*sobs with happiness.*

-Hidden Shadows 

Experience · Pets

The love we have for our pets

Since 2010 I have had 6 cats.





Oreo, and


We got stripes and Oscar together. They’re siblings. Stripes had kittens, patch and binx, aswell as Mini who my sister took. 

Binx was sadly killed by a car. So when Mini had kittens we gladly took one (Oreo).

Then all of a sudden, Stripes died. No cause. Lying in her bed. She was only 7 years old. Heart breaking but I’m glad she was at home. So then we got Luna.

Oscar is my cat. Luna is my little sisters and the rest are both of ours. Oscar is my baby. I don’t care what people say. When I go to my room, when I am at my lowest points crying myself to sleep, he is always there.

Now, it’s been over 24 hours since I last saw him. He’s never done this before. I fear the worst and it breaks my heart. I lie in my bed with tears streaming silently down my face hoping to hear his cry outside. 


I’ve never loved a pet more than Oscar. He is my own. My little baby. So when Binx and Stripes died, I cried for days but this feels so much worse.

I can’t describe how much it pains me. It’s even worse not knowing. Not knowing where he is, if he’s alive…nothing.

I don’t know why I decided to write this, but I just wanted to write down and I thought…why not here.

I broke down infront of family today, it’s setting in that I may never see him again. Never know what happened to him…

I used to see people post their “Missing pet” posters. I didn’t think much about them. Now, I feel what they felt. The pain in your chest that doesn’t go away no matter how much you cry.

He’s a cat, but he’s family. His loss is like losing part of myself. He had my pwrsonality, slept in the blanket against me. Ran to me, met me in the street on my way home and…he annoyed the crap out of me with his cries to get out the house.

What I would do to hear him cry now. 

A lot of people don’t understand the love we have for our pets. They ARE family and their loss is felt…

Hopefully I hear some good news soon, I’m hoping he just ran off for a break as the new kitten follows him around the house all day. All I can do is hope for the best…

Thanks if you stuck around to read this meaningless post 🙂

-Hidden Shadows