This reminds me of my Coosa. I walked down in the meadow to the stream to pick mint one day and she went with me (like the cats always did)and when I was ready to go home I called her, but she didn’t come. She never went far from me, the grass was mowed, and I didn’t hear any cries. I spent the next two weeks combing those fields and calling her but she never returned. The ~not knowing why~ still upsets me. It’s been forty two years but I haven’t forgotten her.