Day 3,427—the Return of Inky!—

I was thinking about how it was still likely that Inky was no longer with us when I turned into the loop around the creek and then saw him. He looked healthy and was looking at me meowing. I stopped and petted him, trying to take his picture. He kept moving and didn’t like being in the light, so I turned off my headlamp, and he rolled on his back. I am so glad I was wrong about assuming the worst when I hadn’t seen him in a long time. I forget how often I end up running in the same places for weeks, sometimes months, and then just like that, I am off in a different area.