Mum went to as many shelters as she could on the weekend and Molly wasn't at any of them. The staff there were all lovely. They coped with Mum crying so hard she could hardly tell them why she was there, and they took her through all the quarantined areas where the general public don't get to go. One Shelter got 4 torties last week - 4! But none of them were Molly. Dad said maybe all the torties got together and decided to run away at once. 4 seems an awful lot of torties.
The RSPCA were lovely and gave Mum a list of all the shelters in the area and some guidelines on what to do to try to find your missing pet. It listed some websites in Australia where you can describe your missing pet and vets and shelters look at that list in the hopes of finding a match for pets they find. They gave Mum a lot of hope that Molly would be found soon.
I am still pining for her. Mum left the main solid front door open most of the weekend and there was just the wire security door between me and the world. I sat most of the time just watching for any movement - looking for my sister.
At night I sit at the window, crying, howling, calling her home, but she doesn't come.
Mum and Dad frequently go outside to look. They call her name, again and again. They drive around, walk the streets, eyes peeled on nooks and cranny's where she might be hiding.
Mum told me that she repeatedly dreams Molly comes home safe. They are so real she wakes up happy that Molly is home, only to realise that you can't force dreams to come true.
I hope this dream does come true. I won't forget you Molly. I will sit at the door, waiting for you until you do come home. Please make it soon. Your bowl is empty beside mine (which means I can't pinch all the nice bits out of your bowl like I do).
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