Dammit, dammit, dammit.
The past six months haven't been the best for animals at my mom's. Two cats had to be euthanized due to chronic illnesses. Cylon was hit by a car. Koala just... died. And now Brin has been missing for over a week. He was always a bit of an escape artist, but whenever he got out, he was never gone for more than an hour (if that), except for the time he got picked up by animal control. We checked; they don't have him.
Brin had to be confined when he was home alone. Otherwise he'd force his way out the cat window, or knock a screen out of an open window. Neighbors weren't too keen on a pit mix roaming the streets.
Brin was shut in a bedroom while my mom was at work. Something triggered him to knock the window out to escape. Not a cat window, not a window screen... a WINDOW. He apparently knocked the glass out. Someone was riding by on a bike. The initial story was that Brin chased the person on the bike and knocked him down, injuring him and sending him to the hospital. (Later that person told my mom that he ran into Brin on his bike and fell over. Nothing was broken, although he was on crutches for two days.)
The cops were called.
They told my mom that they hadn't been able to find Brin. All the neighbors claim that they haven't seen him.
The erstwhile bike rider and his family swear they didn't kill him.
It's been more than a week.
Me and Brin, when I was home this August.