Tomorrow will be two months since my dog ran away.
And I still miss him terribly.
I don’t know if it’s just denial, but I picture him living with someone else instead of, well, other things. I imagine him somewhere being loved and fed and snuggled.
Hopefully a family with kids so that he can do that crazy running-around-the-house thing that my girls found hilarious. So that someone will chase him like he loved. I hope they’ve figured out that he enjoys a good meat-flavored bone, but any dog treat that’s bigger than a quarter has to be broken up for him because he’s kind of a wuss.
I hope he’s allowed to sleep in bed with them and that they don’t mind that he hogs all the best spots and growls under his breath when he knows you’re about to move him. It hurts my heart that he was just starting to enjoy sleeping in Ellie’s room more than ours when he left. I missed him in our bed, but loved that he wanted to be with my daughter at night.
Maybe his new family will break him of the gross things he did like always eating his poop. And they’ll learn that the best game to play is who-can-pick-up-the-dog-poop-in-the-backyard-quicker, the human or the dog, because he freaks out when he realizes you’re pick up all his snacks. And I know it’s gross, but I miss that part too.
Every time I leave the house or head back home, I spend more time looking in other people’s backyards hoping I spot my dog than paying attention to the road. I’m sure some day this incessant looking will stop, but I don’t know when that will be.
I still think he’ll find his way back home.
Ellie still asks God to bring him back when she prays at meals or before bedtime.
My chest still tightens every time I walk in the door and realize he’s not there to greet us.
I still can’t believe he’s gone.
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Before we had babies, we had a fur baby. Lisette at Northern Belle Diaries is a mama to two fur babies and a former teacher–it’s like we’re supposed to be best friends. Oh, except she can sing. Which I only think I can do. Anywho, go see her and her cute dogs–tell her Monkey’s mama sent you!
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It is very possible somebody took him in. A few years ago my dog got out and made it to the next city where a woman found him and was going to keep him. Fortunately he was a pain to her as she had him in the yard and he was a house dog in a family of 6 and never alone. His constant barking made her turn him in and he had a computer chip, so we were lucky to recover him… He was only gona a week and was returned 3 days after my mother passed away, a very healing thing for me and my children….
Oh don’t diminish what your dog means to you. Yes, there are people going through rougher times, but your dog is part of your family. We have 2 fur babies as well as 2 human babies (1 & 3) & I would be devestated if the dogs ran away! I hope you find him! Sending good doggie vibes out to you!