"I don't need children, I've got a dog."
He's my child, and my everything.
SO, last night when Katrina and I got home from the Twilight Concert Series (lame this week, by the way) right around midnight, and went inside. I was expecting my baby dog to come rushing the door and bursting out into the yard like he always does, but no Buster. First thought, he's sleeping, it was so hot in that house, and we were home late... but he wasn't in his bed, or down in the basement or under any beds or anywhere. Enter- PANIC MODE. Search our big ass yard in the dark, calling for Buster the whole time. Called my brother to see if anyone had called the house phone (which is the number on his tags), and no one had. Nick drove up, Ally and Tia came over, we drove all over the neighborhood searching for an hour or more. No luck. I'm basically numb and petrified, obviously thinking the worst, remembering that he hadn't eaten yet that day, thinking about how unfamiliar he is with the area since we just moved....
Showering helped, mostly because I sat on the floor and just soaked, let myself cry more. Cried myself to sleep in my empty room. No bueno. Worst empty feeling in the pit of my stomach EVER. Just like all the warm fuzzies that had once existed now no longer existed and everything was dark and cold....
you think i'm exaggerating, not so much. I was a wreck. Woke up from restless dreams about Buster being on the doorstep when I woke up. Checked- no such luck. Had to work at the mall and managed to make it through the shift without crying, mostly. Filed missing dog reports with both animal shelters in the proximity. And waited impatiently for my phone to ring. Also made a flier to post all over town, drove up to the weber county shelter to check in person if he was there.... it was terrible. I then started walking. All over the neighborhood asking anyone who was out in their yards if they had seen my baby. One very nice woman said when she was out running errands she would keep her eye open. Not ten minutes later she found me walking home and said she thought she'd seen Buster and told me to hop in the truck with her and her kids, we'd slowly drive past where she thought she saw him. Incredible. SOOO kind. Unfortunately, no dog in the area she thought, BUT while we were looking my phone rang with an unknown number and an INCREDIBLY kind woman asking if I was the owner of one Buster. :D
This second woman and her daughter had seen buster that morning avoiding traffic on Harrison Boulevard. They tried to get ahold of him but couldn't. Then this afternoon when they spotted him again they pulled over and chased him through yards, because they were afraid he would try to go out on the road again. SO amazing. I cried when she called. Gave her a hug when I picked up my man.... ugh. Such an incredible relief.
I'm pretty sure I saw where the lady and her daughter live, they pulled into a driveway just down from where I met them to pick Buster up. And I remember the house of the wonderful woman who drove me around in her truck on a maybe sighting of my dog. I want to bake them cookies, or take them a gift of some sort. I can't even begin to describe the level of gratitude I feel towards these women. SO GRATEFUL. Ridiculous amounts of gratitude.
Right after we got home, He was so sleepy and hot he got straight in his bed.
I put the fan in my room and pointed it straight at his bed so he could cool off.
He's smelly, and dirty, and gassy- which is unpleasant, but I'm so happy to have him back, smells and all.
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