when you least expect it...

kar meng came over for dinner last night. he picked me up from work around 6pm and we headed back to my new place (yes, i still need to post some pics up...). we were walking up the footpath towards my front door. i opened the door expecting to be greeted by my fabulous maxi but given his new garden etc. it cannot be guaranteed he'll always be at the door. so i opened the door to find... no maxi. i went upstairs to find him... still no maxi. i opened the back door to the garden. yep - you guessed it! no maxi. it quite hit me that maxi was not in the house. i checked all the bedrooms. no maxi. stressed as anything my brain could not function. the reality slowly hit that my baby was gone. maxi had run away. thank goodness for mengy - he remained calm and tried to ask me a series of questions by my brain couldn't think. i felt sick to my stomach and broke down on the sidewalk in front of my house. then he started to ask me if i had the north sydney pound number. the pound?! of course not! why would i ever need the number to the pound?! so mengy suggested we walk/drive around to look for maxi. obviously i was in no state to drive so mengy did the more gracious thing and drove me around. as i looked out the window i felt fear. what if maxi is dead on the street? what if someone has taken him and will never return my baby? mengy finally drove us to the nearby park. i got out of the car (it was pitch black) and started to scream his name (yes, like a madwoman!).

out of the shrubs... my white fluffy maxi appeared. OHMYGOSHINEARLY DIED FROM HAPPINESS.

the pain i felt when i almost lost him... i can only imagine the pain i will feel if something bad actually does happen...

maxi... please don't run away again...