Just that really. He went missing just before Christmas. He's been done, microchipped but no one has seen him for 7 days. We moved house 6 week's before and it was his first time out.
Everyone keeps telling me he will have gone back to the old house but we are in the middle of a town now and there's a train line and River in the way. Plus he sprayed our garden before he went over the fence.
Why am I do grief stricken. I keep randomly crying and I feel so guilty. I wish I knew what had happened to him.
I've done all the posters/litter tray/dirty washing outside. He was such a lovely cat. Timid of everyone but followed me round like he was my shadow. No one gets it