My best friend goes missing

I see those haunting blue eyes looking up at me during our last few minutes together. I put two fingers inside the cardboard crate he would soon escape from and he gently rubbed his cheeks against my fingers and licked them with that tongue. It's like he was asking me do we really have to do this Dad? We had had a great month together at the Motel 6 and had gotten closer than ever. Every night we would lay together, him between my legs and on my chest as I gave him those head scratches he begged for all the time and I would tell him how great it was going to be when we finally got our new apartment. Just him and me, the way it was always supposed to be. How could either one of us known that in ten minutes we would separated forever. But we both knew somewhere inside that something wasn't right. We locked eyes that one last time and then he was gone. In the motel room I was crying and I didn't know why. My friend called and said my kitty was like a wild tiger inside the crate. Moments later he broke out of the crate, bit my friend twice and jumped out the passenger side window and disappeared behind a fence. I now know he was trying to get back to me and he thought I would be there for him like I always was. But this time, our timing was off, we had our last moments together in the motel room and I know he was looking at me with love and I was looking back at him with devotion and everything we meant to each other in the past present and future was expressed in those few seconds. I will never forget his eyes, so soft and beautiful. At that moment, he had to know how much I loved him because my entire body was exploding with love. Both of our eyes wet with tears. How could we have known? I will forever ask myself that question and wonder in pain.