Jack is MIA. Someone left his cage open and he's been gone for over a week now. I think we're on a Search and Recovery mission versus a Search and Rescue. Mary Claire asked me this morning if we could put some water out for him, and I gently explained that Jack probably wasn't alive anymore. She bawled hysterically and was inconsolable. What the hell kind of mother am I?! Couldn't I have just put the damn water bottle out?!