"My little dog--a heartbeat at my feet"
- Edith Wharton
No matter how ready you are for a trip, you are just never prepared to lose your dog nine hours before your flight to Italy. Yes, our beloved Roxy ran away today. She had been staying with friends for two weeks without incident, but for some reason today she decided to hit the road. Maybe it was all too confusing to her--the move, the chaos, the new home. Did her little dog brain sense we were leaving and need to find us? Who knows. We got the call around 7 tonight, sadly informing us that she was missing. Several friends jumped in to help search the area, calling, whistling, driving, walking and worrying, but we couldn't find her. The animal shelters and Humane Society were called. It began to get dark and we began to lose hope. Then we found an ad on Craigslist: a lost dog that matched Roxy's description. We quickly called and spoke to someone, but we still weren't sure if the dog was Roxy. We raced to the address. Jenna and I ran to the door, rang the bell, the door opened and there, in a stranger's living room, was our waggly-tailed Roxy, looking happy-as-you-please. We fell upon her crying. A kind, lovely woman had found her and placed the ad. An angel, and I don't even know her name. Thank you, angel.
Jenna said afterward that it was the first time she'd ever cried from happiness.
I guess I'll finish packing now. The flight leaves soon.
Next up: hopefully nothing until we land in Italy.
- Edith Wharton
No matter how ready you are for a trip, you are just never prepared to lose your dog nine hours before your flight to Italy. Yes, our beloved Roxy ran away today. She had been staying with friends for two weeks without incident, but for some reason today she decided to hit the road. Maybe it was all too confusing to her--the move, the chaos, the new home. Did her little dog brain sense we were leaving and need to find us? Who knows. We got the call around 7 tonight, sadly informing us that she was missing. Several friends jumped in to help search the area, calling, whistling, driving, walking and worrying, but we couldn't find her. The animal shelters and Humane Society were called. It began to get dark and we began to lose hope. Then we found an ad on Craigslist: a lost dog that matched Roxy's description. We quickly called and spoke to someone, but we still weren't sure if the dog was Roxy. We raced to the address. Jenna and I ran to the door, rang the bell, the door opened and there, in a stranger's living room, was our waggly-tailed Roxy, looking happy-as-you-please. We fell upon her crying. A kind, lovely woman had found her and placed the ad. An angel, and I don't even know her name. Thank you, angel.
Jenna said afterward that it was the first time she'd ever cried from happiness.
I guess I'll finish packing now. The flight leaves soon.
Next up: hopefully nothing until we land in Italy.
