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Demon was the first pet that was mine. Previously mum had brought me a dog (which she chose and named) and we got a cat (as family weren't going to keep it and we were moving into their old house), but Demon was MY first cat. The first pet I got to choose and I got to name and was brought for ME. He was my baby.
He was cuddly but would play fight too. He curled up with me for cuddles all the time especially when I was sad.
But then about a year ago, when we got the kittens, he changed. He started to come inside less and less. When he was inside he'd eat and then sit in the corner by the door hissing wanting to leave.
Then one day he just stopped coming home. For about a week he didn't come home, he never came running when we called him. We knew of a few neighbours who's homes he hung around we went around to talk to them to find out he'd been staying in one of their yards. We brought him home for dinner and cuddles... But he just wanted to leave.
For weeks we played it this way. Bring him inside when we could, feed him. He'd sit at the door and hiss. I'm be in ruins knowing he didn't want to be home, that this was no longer his home. He was no longer my baby....
Now.... He hasn't been home in months. I hate it! It hurts because he was my baby! It hurts knowing he's out there somewhere but he doesn't want to come home! Seeing him in the neighbours yard and calling him just for him to turn the other way. Not knowing if he's safe or not, if he's still alive or not. I just want him home safe, to wake up to him curled up in bed with me like he used to. Even to be lying here writing this for him to suddenly jump up and curl up on my back while I'm writing.
But I can't force him to be what he's not, I can't force him to be somewhere he doesn't want to be, it's not right.
He's decided this isn't his home any more. He's decided he's not my baby any more. He's decided to leave.
