I’m more than a little stunned right now. So many mixed emotions.
Back in April 2017, my cat Helena bolted out the backdoor and escaped. I had a report of her since then, and I had a couple of sightings of my own, the last of which was right down the street. In all cases, she chose freedom, but at least she stopped to say goodbye.
Over the course of the next several months, I heard nothing more. And during those same months, coyote and bobcat sightings in the area had increased. We have a nature preserve nearby, and with surrounding wooded areas being cleared to make way for warehouses and apartments, the wildlife had come into the neighborhoods looking for food. Many, many small pets went missing during that time, usually in the blink of an eye, and often with their distraught people watching. Then the microchip service decided it was time for me to renew. Having no money to do this, and having feared her long dead by this point, I let her go. It nearly wrecked me to do it, but I did. I put it in the hands of the gods and angels that she find life and happiness, cried my heart out, and that was that.
This morning I got a call from the microchip service. Someone has requested a transfer of ownership on Helena’s chip. I could probably fight to get her back, but I know that will serve no one. Whomever is adopting her fell in love as I did, and she will no doubt find the means to escape at the first opportunity. I’ve had many cats over the years, and this one is very clearly a cunning survivor. I gave the go-ahead for the transfer.
My heart breaks all over again, but I’m also just relieved she’s alive, and happy she’ll have food and shelter… for as long as she’ll allow it. Hopefully she’ll just decide to keep her new people. Somehow I doubt it, but one can dream.