I walked the dogs in the opposite direction to check the road on that side. I'm trying to be hopeful, but honestly don't hold a lot of hope at this point. There is a rainstorm coming tonight, so I'd hoped she'd feel it coming and get home ahead of it. Each time I check for her, I feel a clear space in my heart before I even look. It could be because we are not fully bonded, but it is the same feeling I consistently get for bonded furkids who have passed with their lives completed, ready to cross the rainbow bridge and move on to the great adventure beyond. 
My other hope is maybe she got trapped in somebody's storage shed and will be found and released soon. She is a good climber and could easily escape coyotes. But we have fischer cats around here, fierce predators and there is no escape from them. 
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