Sadness

Today, Socks is missing and my heart is broken. Most cats go off to die alone, even if they spent their life running up to the door and having conversations with you. Even on his last day, Socks was meowing to me, but it was a continuous meow, a meow that seemed to beg for his mama, which was part of the reason I was so angry when she came back. By the time we realized how bad he was the vet was closed.
I loved this kitty, and I wanted him to be my personal pussycat one day. He was so dorky but sweet and irresistibly cute.

On Friday the kitties are all going to the vet.

Edit: We found him in the front yard, stretched out in the driveway.