This is my cat, Lincoln. When I was in grade 8, I rescued him when he was a kitten from a less-than-great home and I carried him home in my arms. I fed him, bathed him, brushed him, played with him, but most of all loved him. And now he’s missing and has been for almost a week. Upon my hearing this, I tried to act calm, but today in class I thought about the thought that I might not ever get to see him again and I started crying. Even now, I’m crying typing this because I can’t bear to not ever look into his beautiful eyes, to not pet his beautiful fur, to not lay down beside him and tell him about my day. I love you so much Lincoln and I hope you come home safe. We miss you.