My baby, Buddy, is almost 2 years old, male and neutered. He went missing 8 days ago during the night. I can't stop crying and imagining the horrible things that might've happened. We've had a couple leads on where he might be, but we've only seen him twice. Once on our porch - my mom opening the door scared him away - and another time under my neighbors shed, but we couldn't get to him and he was too scared to come out. That was 6 days ago. I'm bawling as I type and I feel so lost. We're handing out fliers tomorrow and we've called shelters and looked everywhere. I can't lose him, he's my best friend. I love him so much. My heart is breaking with the possibility I may never hear his squeaky meow again or have him cuddle next to me. Snow is currently ankle deep and the temperature is getting into the negatives here in Indiana. I'm 16 years old and I need to focus on things like school, but I can't think of anything else but Buddy. I missed school today because I just couldn't get out of bed. I can't talk to anyone about this because they'll think I'm pathetic, but my heart is shattering each morning that I find my kitty trap (really a raccoon trap) empty. We saw kitty foot prints in the snow on our porch days ago, and around the shed where he was underneath. But, yesterday we caught a different cat in our trap. This is so worrisome to me because it makes me go to the thought that all those track weren't even his and he's a goner... I can't stand this.