I Become Obsessed with The Body : (Chapter 36)

The Monday struggle

It was yet again Monday, it had now been 5 weeks, 5 weeks of searching, and it still didn’t get any easier as I impatiently waited for TNT to message so that I could get cracking with my day’s plans.

Talking with Kerry

“You went back there last night, didn’t you, mum?” “Yes,” I replied. “I knew that you would,” said Kerry. I then gave Kerry a call, and we discussed it more and more, and more and more; we both agreed that the body just isn’t George.

Julie’s support

“Christine, I know you are going to your vets today to collect a different chip reader, I don’t want you to go alone today to check the reading, so I have organized the Spanish lady to meet you there and to help you,” said our Julie. “Thank you,” is all I typed.

The vet visit

Straight after meeting TNT, I drove to my vet’s, Alfa Animal, in Coín. “Need the chip reader,” I said. “Christine, it’s on the second shelf in the dog grooming room,” the vet said.

I walked into the grooming room, and seriously as I write this, I can understand that you will not believe me…… The next dog to be shampooed was yet another George look alike. I actually had to do a double-take.

This dog was in a cage in the dog grooming room. I took the chip reader and ran out to my car.

The body scan

Right best get to the body and get that chip reader working, as I pulled into the car park, the Spanish lady was there with her boyfriend, we wore high vis jackets as the road was such a busy road. Car after car whizzing past at speed.

She completely scanned the body, and no, no chip, she was looking at me like I was a nutter; she just couldn’t understand as to why I thought it was George. Explaining to her the white nail, every single marking, the white fur on feet, the white fur on face, all in the exact place of George. Then we looked at his willy, and for some reason, I said: “No, it’s not George as his willy is bigger than that. So strange the things you say, yet she simply nodded and said, “See, it can’t be him then.” Next, we went back to the car park. I thanked them both for coming, and we drove off. As soon as I got home, I went and got a jumper that George had once worn, and I got a tape measure, and off I went, back to the body.

Comparisons and doubt

I was now using the chip reader in the dirt, I positioned the jumper above the body, and I took photos; I even pulled out the tape measure, then I took photos of my foot near the body.

I then squatted down and started staring at the body; I immediately jumped up and retched, uuuuffff such a close call that was. So, I decided to just keep taking photos as I knew I could zoom in on a photo and not experience the smell.

I then went home, and I started looking at photos of George that I had taken a few weeks prior to him going missing, brilliant the photo of him lying on the tiles near the fireplace. I measured the tiles. I then looked at a photo of him wearing the jumper. I just couldn´t stop looking and looking.

White whiskers, George had lots of white whiskers, yet not one white whisker in any of the photos, right foot near Steve’s head. Right, so it isn’t George, as George’s head was twice the size of Steve’s head. I told myself.

An afternoon lost in photos

Basically, I spent the complete afternoon looking at photos and then decided to take the chip reader back to the vets; I thanked them and said, “Please keep George down as missing.” I gave them some more posters and left.

Julie and Claudia’s updates

As I pulled in the gate, our Julie called and said, “Christine, I have been contacted about a body on the verge of Sierra Gorda; it’s black and white,” she said. “Thank you,” I said. I then messaged Claudia as I knew she would be passing there at any moment. It wasn’t long before Claudia messaged back. “It’s 100%, not George. It is a puppy.”

I then messaged our Julie to let her know. An hour later, our Julie called me and said, “Christine, never ever let Claudia go and identify a body again,” she said. “Whyy?” I asked. “It’s a cat; I have seen it for myself; it’s a bloody cat.” “No way, she maybe had a couple of wines,” I said.

Late-night reflections

I then fed the dogs and again sat looking at all the photos; I phoned Kerry and said: “Darling, I am going to send you many photos, and I need you to pair them up, so I don’t have to keep looking backwards and forwards,” I said. “OK, mum, I will,” she said.

The photos started coming through, and can you believe I then looked at the time, and it was midnight. I had actually spent nearly 12 hours staring at photos.

I did manage to fall asleep that night, yet I think I was awake for most of it, the images going around and round in my head. It was also like a mental challenge to say it is not George. Plus, the guilt as to how can I not know.

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