Ah, don't panic....I am not saying goodbye to you guys,
But we are finally admitting
that Allred is Not coming home.
Today, My Vickie and I took our last
jaunt into our little surroundings in an effort
to find him and again we return
We will miss this little guy
and even though he was a true character,
maybe even a little devilish,
and sometimes just plain painful
to those of us with four legs
Our hearts are hurting.
It seemed that even the sky was telling
us our search was to be fruitless
The only place left that we havn't searched
was a big grainery along the railroad tracks.
Sometime He would come here to
help keep the rat population under control
He was thougth-ful that way.
I believe I told you how My Vickie had
maybe committed a felony in our efforts to find
Allred. WEll today we even got hold
of the guy who's empty rental she
had broken into, to apologize
and pay the damages.
Oh this girl has a conscience. I honestly
don't think she would have ever
been caught. But she was
just so sure she heard a kitty crying
from the empty house.
So back at home, I am peacefully sleeping
after our unsuccessful search when I am
awakened by some movement
at my side.
There was this little green tree with two
big red balls on it sitting right next to me.
My buddy Tank and Allred
had each others names for the Christmas
Gift Exchange and even though
Allred has been Missing for the
last two weeks, Tank still sent his
Wasn't that thoughtful.
I suspect that Allred and Tank
were well on their way to making
peace with one another
before Allred disappeared.
So on behalf of Allred and all of us
here, I want to thank you Tank
for this wonderful Christmas Tree.
And even though it is really hard for us,
we are going to choose to beleive
that When Santa flies over the
world this year, delivering his gifts
and spreading love to all
We choose to believe that he will
have a passenger sitting
next to him by the name of Allred
We wont stop listening for him to come home
each night serenading us with his
musical meows, we won't stop looking for
him wherever we go walking in our area,
nor will I stop carefully stepping
through the doggy door
checking to see if he is there
ready to swat me on the face.
We won't stop hoping he will come home
but we will start the process
of accepting that he has moved on
Plus, we won't stop hoping for our own