My thirteen year old cat, my oldest one, clawed his way past the ac unit and escaped. It's been fifteen days today. He's always come back before when he's escaped, but he's thirteen this time. I'm scared, I've been freaking out since it happened and I can't sleep.

I'd give anything for a tracking dog right now. The nearest pet detective is a little south of Seattle, and I can't afford a pet detective anyway.

I don't mean to post this where it's not supposed to go, I just needed to vent. I've had Asher since I was fourteen. If he never comes back I'll never forgive myself.