You never know ..... When I was about 25 (half my life time ago!) my parents took in two feral cats - a brother and sister. They came from Leigh Marsh, so were named Leon and Marsha.
One day - Marsha disappeared ...
My parents always wondered what had happend to her .... there was no trace and no-one seemed to know anything....
Nearly three years ago, my Mum died. I was telling a lady, Sheila, who had been a neighbour of my parents, when and where Mums funeral was. We talked about all sorts of things, including cats. And .... it turned out that about the time Mum and Dad had lost Marsha, Sheila had been on holiday and her son was looking after the house.
He found a dead black cat in the road and buried her in his Mums garden. He hadnt told Sheila at the time in case it upset her .... so -she had never known . -- Same time, same road - I think after all that time we could finally solve the Marsha mystery. When Sheila heard that it was probably Marsha, she invited me to her house and we (I) planted a little rose bush where Marsha was buried.