Jerky's Gone

I checked downstairs this morning, and someone took Jerky away. Even the water dishes and my makeshift bed's been cleared. Now, I have no idea if it was the SPCA, some kind neighbor or someone else, but I'm sure Jerky will be in a better position than he was sleeping amongst the remains of the food we've been trying to get him to eat. Maybe he'll be put down, made into jerky or perhaps a vet will make him well again.

It's been nice knowing you, Jerky, even though it was for a few days. Perhaps this is something like what one feels when losing a pet. I lost one before, and under different circumstances, but I'm sure she's right fine wherever she is here and now.