We almost lost Michael today.
We live on the top floor of a 5 story building. Our bedroom windows are big and don't have any screens.
We usually keep them closed, but last night we were so hot, that we opened one of the windows. We meant to close it before falling asleep, but we passed out from exhaustion.
We woke up to our roommate Celine saying in a strained voice. "Pssst! Wake up! Michael is out the window!!"
I blinked open my eyes in confusion, I gazed around and then I saw what she was referring to.
Michael was hanging out of the window. Half of his body inside, his paws clutched the window sill. His bottom part hanging out.
One wrong move and he would lose balance. He would fall down 5 stories to his death.
I was afraid to breathe. I knew that If I moved towards him too quickly it would startle him. He was tottering back and forth. Half in.. half out..He was slipping. Any fast movement would send him over the edge.
Eric very slowly approached him. then he stuck his hand out the window.. gripped michael's back end and eased him back inside. Michael regained balance and was safe. (albeit a bit shaken up and trembling)
We quickly shut the window.
we never thought that would happen. It was a frightening moment. What possessed him to try to jump out the window in the first place?
We almost lost Michael.
The entire day I was filled with relief.
Has anyone else had a moment where their pet came close to tragedy? narrowly missing being hit by a car or some other potential catastrophe?