It’s a cold winter night, the type of cold that makes it unbearable to stay outside, everyone stays in the house. No one even thought about going outside; No one wanted to go out there. As the time passed I realized that a presence was missing; my cat.

 “Mom, have you seen him?” I asked and she replied that she hadn't seen him since earlier that day. A feeling of dread falls upon us. 

Check the house first and see if you can find him. No luck. 

Call to my brother to see if he knows our beloved cat's whereabouts. No luck. 

It was already pitch black outside, the light coming from our home is the only thing that illuminated this dark night. As time passed the feeling of dread and worry only continued to grow. What could we do? 

Checking the house a second time, a third until we realized there was no other place that he could be except outside, I had to go out there to look.

As I put my winter coat and gloves on, memories of my beloved cat went through my mind as if I would never be able to see him again. If I would have known I’d never see him again I would have treated him special, I wouldn't have let him go…  

Feelings of regret filled my mind, “was it my fault?” 

I should have stopped making these assumptions but I couldn't help it. Once they started to fill my mind, they were impossible to remove unless the truth became clear. 

A walk around the neighborhood to look for my cat, but I couldn’t find anything.

I head back inside, knowing that there was nothing I could do. And it felt like maybe, this was all my fault.

But as I turned to go back upstairs to my room, something caught my eye; a familiar face. There he was covered in snow, sitting outside by the patio door. My cat.

A feeling of relief washed over me as I opened up the door to let him inside. The cold snow melted off of him as he came inside, just as my worries melted away when I saw him. I was so lucky that he came back.