Sigh...DH is insistent that I let it go.
I am NOT that type of person!
I understand his point that she is afraid to damage our friendship, and is emabarrassed, but I don't want to speak to her ever again.
If I do, it won't be nice. What is going to make me go over the top is if she tells me after the trash has come and I can't bury her. I am just sooo upset about this. To have a grown woman bald-faced lie to me is just too much. DH says to keep quiet until we move out of here. We're building in the country, which is
why I wanted to take Mimi there and bury her! This is just a bad situatin all the way around. DH is not being supportive, and he thinks I am being unreasonable. Plus, there's this little part of me that is thinking, "Maybe it's not her?" When I
know it is! If someone had her, they'd know she belonged to someone. She was a calico persian, so she didn't look like a regular cat. My dog goes to the corner of the fence everytime she's out, and just sits there. I've peeked through the fence, but they have removed her. I did find where she accidentally went in, because there was a part of a plank missing (wood fence) and little claw marks where she dug in while he pulled her in the yard. (He is a large pit, so I know they aren't his marks!)
The whole thing is just really upsetting, and I appreciate everyone's support.
Mimi was the sweetest cat. She was so calm and good natured. She loved getting bathed, and especially loved the blow-dry afterward! LOL! I got her about 2 years ago, but she was about 13 when she disappeared. She would sit and sun herself in the window, or sit under a table and watch the birds outside. That's why we didn't realize she was missing, until dinnertime. She was not a demanding cat, but not overly affectionate, either. About twice a week, she'd hop in our laps for some serious loving time. We'd brush her and groom her and she was in Heaven. Then, occasionally, when I would make Cafe Au Lait, she would insist on a teaspoon of heavy cream when we had our coffee. Sometimes I would have to spell the word to DH, because when she heard it, she'd start following me. She was a very unique cat.
Thanks for listening,
Shelly