That's dreadful what happened to you . Your Father sounds absolutely awful.
What kind of person steals someone's beloved pet ? It's an unforgivable thing to do.
Do these pet thieves not realise that pets are family, and that we can love them just as much as we love a person ?
So sorry this happened to you.
I really appreciate what you've said, and I thank you so much for your understanding and empathy.
I think I cried every single day/night the first year he was gone. I would kiss his picture goodnight…I'm getting all choked up now to even write this.
Yeah, I'm full blown crying.
My father, and I use the term loosely as he's really one of my tormentors along with my brother, he had brought my boy over to my new apartment and it was supposed to be a transition, I didn't want my boy to be stressed in a new environment, even if I was here with him all of the time. Oh how I regret making a deal the devil, aka my father.
Anyway - the day he was stolen, my father had dropped him off and asked me to give him a bath. I thought to myself, he doesn't like baths at all and never has - he gets scared of the noise and just does not like baths. So I didn't give him one, and he was fine anyway - he was a little boy, maybe 15 lbs.
When my father came to pick him up he became enraged to find out I hadn't bathed him and said with such disgust in his tone "You can't take care of him." and drove off. Oh how I regret ever letting him go. It's a punch in the stomach every time I relive that moment.
Some background on my father: he beat our mother when we were growing up and the night it went nuclear was when he broke her leg to the point bone was protruding.
My sister saved my life that night. She saved all of our lives really. If she hadn't grabbed me and ran over to the neighbors I think our father would've gone completely ballistic and killed us all.
When my sister tried to call 911 from the phone in the kitchen he ripped it from the wall.
But yeah, it's been a lot. I miss my boy every single day and yes, pets, animals are absolutely like family to me, to so many of us here.
If there's anything after I die, I hope I find my boy. I don't really believe there is, but I remember messaging with Vizzy about him and he said he'd be waiting for me with my boy and some mangoes