Baby Steps... More like Old Lady Steps and Missing Sage

I walked on my own two feet in my own tennis shoes! Yup, yesterday evening, my therapists made me put on my shoes and get up. Standing was weird, walking even weirder. It feels like it's someone's else foot. I'm supposed to be wearing my tennis shoes around the house now. I still have the boot for work and public since everything below my left knee is so so so weak. I feel like I could collapse at any moment. But it was a definite accomplishment.

I think my cat Sage is gone for good this time. He isn't fixed (I am such a bad cat mother) so when he escapes the apartment he often doesn't come back in for days at a time. However, I am usually able to get him in by calling his name either in the morning or at night. No such luck this time. I think he's been gone since Thursday and I haven't seen him since Friday morning when Lily scared him away from the back porch. I love that kitty so much and he only loved me. He was shy, but the sweetest most loving cat ever. He snuggled me so hard at night that he would move my crochet away with his head so I could get to him. Sometimes he would sit on my bed and meow for me to come to bed already. That was Sage and I's time together everyday. Watching Nancy Grace and petting my little orange cat.

Arthur and I had an arguement last night about what could happened to him. I hope and pray that he just found a family that fed him and they didnt have a big, annoying, slobbering dog. That he lives a peaceful life with them. Arthur said he was eaten by a hawk or an owl. I don't think there are owls big enough that could eat a cat. Or he was just run over. Whatever happened to him, I hope he's happy and knows how much I love and miss him. WHo know? he could be waiting for me when I get home. I hope he is. Sage, please come home!!!!