It was 1975 or 1976 and I hadn’t had my driver’s license very long. I was driving home alone from the Jackson County Fair because my then boyfriend had left for the Navy shortly beforehand. It was dusk and a cat ran out in front of my car. I thumped over it and knew even before I stopped, the cat was dead. The pet’s owners were in their yard and heartbroken.
They told me it wasn’t my fault and I cried. I came home and told my Mom. I told my friends and cried some more. I was tore down, you guys. That’s been over 45 years and I still remember it. And I don’t even like cats!!
But Coco does…
I ugly cried and told everybody about my horrific cat story and remember it 45+ years later. What are the odds that Brian Laundrie takes a trip with his fiancé, returns home alone, and tells nothing to no one?
I understand why no one is talking now, but think the total silence early on was disgusting — but not against the law. I’m still redneck enough to root for Dog the Bounty Hunter instead of the FBI to find Brian Laundrie, but either way I hope he’s found soon. And, I’d love to see The Gabby Petito Foundation secure bajillions of dollars to help others in similar situations.