No one will care, but I found my cat after 2.5 years.

I can’t tell you how much I mourned her. It’s kind of a miracle she’s back.

Edit: she was found by my uncle’s ex-neighbor. She was lost about 2 miles away. He was feeding her for a while, and he brought her into the vet to be fixed. She was already fixed and chipped- it was under my husband’s bachelor name and old phone number so they couldn’t reach anyone. So they called my uncle who lived there about 2 years ago to see if he knew this name. He called my dad, who called me to see if it was my cat. It was and we picked her up immediately. The people were so nice, I need to send them a gift card or SOMETHING. Like, I was crying and stopping every time I saw a dead animal on my way to work- which is about an hour away. Mostly raccoons.

Someone told me to hold out hope but I absolutely lost it after a year of searching. I should have known she would follow the coastline. I just didn’t think she’d go north. She is happy and healthy and a bit fatter (good thing!) and can’t stop with the pets and the face rubbings. She missed out on the birth of my son so is a little leery of him, but remembers my daughter who is almost 3!