After 26 days, I received a desperate but familiar cry at my door.
Could it be my missing girl Queenie?
I dared not even hope, I felt after 26 days of Facebook posts, letter box flyers and door knocking I’d never see my little black and white fluff ball who we love so dearly. And grew to love even more since she left.
Grief is just love with no place to go.
But that grief is no more.
I was encouraged by Tony’s emails and wanted to believe so much she was still alive. The emails brought some comfort to a distressing situation.
Queenie returned at approximately 5.25 PM. She is skinny, but is doing well.
Perhaps she was locked in a shed. Perhaps she was taken by someone who wanted a new pet. We will never know.
Our family is complete again.
Our Queen is home!
