I didn't expect to say that, ever.
Four days of putting up flyers, calling shelters, checking Craigslist and generally telling myself that she was never coming back, and Knut came home.
I was sitting on the recliner, reading, and Spagett and Sid were out in the garage doing Spagett and Sid things, when I heard scraping at the door. And then again. And when I got up to see what it was, fully expecting it to be the fucking raccoon I've seen around here lately, there was Knut.
Whatever else she's done in the past four days, she got into a fight with something at some point: there are bite marks, scrapes and punctures, all over her neck and shoulders. Her ear was bitten. One of her claws got ripped out. A fly had laid eggs around some of the wounds. She was dirty and smelly and tired, but so glad to be home! I picked her up and took her out to the garage, because Sid didn't hear me yelling for him. The look on his face was priceless. Shock and joy and disbelief. It was Knut!
We got some food and water in her and carted her off to Banfield Pet Hospital. She was cleaned up and shaved and checked head to toe. She's beat up, but otherwise healthy, and hopefully there will be no complications with those bites.
I hadn't expected to see her again. Honestly, I thought she had died, or someone had picked her up. I didn't think she was going to come home. That she did seems like nothing short of amazing.
Four days of putting up flyers, calling shelters, checking Craigslist and generally telling myself that she was never coming back, and Knut came home.
I was sitting on the recliner, reading, and Spagett and Sid were out in the garage doing Spagett and Sid things, when I heard scraping at the door. And then again. And when I got up to see what it was, fully expecting it to be the fucking raccoon I've seen around here lately, there was Knut.
Whatever else she's done in the past four days, she got into a fight with something at some point: there are bite marks, scrapes and punctures, all over her neck and shoulders. Her ear was bitten. One of her claws got ripped out. A fly had laid eggs around some of the wounds. She was dirty and smelly and tired, but so glad to be home! I picked her up and took her out to the garage, because Sid didn't hear me yelling for him. The look on his face was priceless. Shock and joy and disbelief. It was Knut!
We got some food and water in her and carted her off to Banfield Pet Hospital. She was cleaned up and shaved and checked head to toe. She's beat up, but otherwise healthy, and hopefully there will be no complications with those bites.
I hadn't expected to see her again. Honestly, I thought she had died, or someone had picked her up. I didn't think she was going to come home. That she did seems like nothing short of amazing.
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