This morning I received a voicemail at work from my husband. While he was setting out the trash one of the neighbors approached him and said that Tasha’s body was rotting on her back porch. Ironically, this was the first place that my gut led me to when she disappeared. I asked the young man who answered the door if he’d check his back yard for her. He went into his house and came back several minutes later and said that he stood on his back porch and couldn’t see her any place in their yard but that he didn’t check under the bushes because it was wet and he didn’t want to walk down into the grass. Had he taken another 30 seconds and looked then we could have avoided the hours of searching, placing and checking ads on Craigslist, Humane Society visits, etc. It’s good to have closure and to know for certain that she isn’t wandering around cold or hungry. It’s also comforting to know that she wasn’t torn up or eaten by animals. The libel against raccoons was unwarranted on my part, but I still dislike them immensely and they’re still trespassing in our yard. I buried Tasha next to a large hydrangea bush in a warm and sunny spot. She loved the sun. I miss her.