Nova was a rescue from the animal shelter when I lived in New York. They estimated he was about 3 months old when I got him. Nova loved to go outside and would cry to be let out. Since he grew up on the street we would usually let him out sadly and he'd come back in everynight for food and rest. He loved being a indoor/outdoor cat and it was that way for 4 years. When I moved to Georgia I figured since he could survive in New York with all the cars and people, Georgia would be easy for him. We lived here for 2 years happy and I still remember him chasing fireflies in the backyard. We moved to our house in 2019 and he quickly got used to the area. With no cars and no people outside I thought he'd be safe and sound. I remember driving home and seeing him relaxing in the grass on top of the hill at the entrance of our neighborhood. Id see him playing with other cats and having the time of his life. One morning he was in out backyard when 2 dogs and a puppy entered our backyard. They chased him and he caught bravely and got away. My neighbor found him the next morning ing and brought him to me. I still remember the pain I felt and how much I hate myself for waking up half asleep, hearing commotion but falling backasleep instantly. I miss him everyday and if I'd of known he would be taken from me in such a violent way id of not let him outside despite his crying. When my neighbor found him he told me he was facing home. My poor boy was probably scared and looking for his dad.
