Losing A Pet

Our dog went missing a few days ago. She's a puppy we rescued from a shelter back over the summer. A gorgeous, sweet, loving dog with soft gray fur and a super friendly personality.

We adopted Booty in the hopes that she'd keep our older dog Sammy company. That they'd run and play and have each other as companions when my boys and I weren't home. Booty was all that and so much more. It took Sammy a couple of weeks to adjust to the new puppy. It took the rest of us but a few minutes. It was truly love at first sight.

What I don't think any of us realized is just how incredibly painful it would be when she disappeared late Monday afternoon. We called the police and animal control, canvassed the neighborhood, searched the reservation endlessly, put up posters, called all the nearby vets and shelters, posted on Facebook. You name it we've tried it. My boys and I have been walking around in a fog for the past few days waiting for this nightmare to end. Hoping for a Disney ending when Booty comes running over the hill and we grab hold of her in our arms.

A dog is an incredible animal. So loyal and loving. So undemanding and so giving. They bring so much love into a home. Their warmth and affection is so sweet and innocent. Unfortunately, the flip side of all they offer, of all that intense love is the extreme pain of losing them. I pray we find her, I pray she's okay.