Last night my sweet dog, Sophie, who has been my BFF for over 11 years got out of the house. While some family was leaving she must have slipped out the door unnoticed. Twenty minutes later I noticed and the frantic dread set in. Sophie has gotten out of the house before but she is usually close to the house and found within a few minutes. Yesterday was a different story. Coy and I, along with my dad and brother in law and niece and nephew, got into our seperate cars and drove around the neighborhood, along with other neighborhood's near by. There was no Sophie sighting. Needless to say, the hysterics set in. Her going missing was worse than her dying. An hour and half had passed by with all of us looking. I nearly collapsed on the driveway, couldn't see out of my puffy eyes, and was simply devastated. My family had somewhere to be, and left. There was little left to do because we had already searched everywhere. I asked Coy to search one more time. We walked around the neighborhood, going in people's backyards that couldn't be seen while driving. Then we drove around several neighborhood's one more time before heading back home. As we came closer back to my parent's house (where we were staying) I looked up and SAW her walking on the sidewalk towards the house. Coy slammed on the breaks, I jumped out of the car, and stopped traffic coming from the other direction!
After two hours Sophie made her way back home. I don't know where she had been or what she had been doing for those two hours. (Coy says she was completing something on her bucket list) I do know that I was never so happy in all my life to find her! Anyone who knows me, knows this is not an understatement (as well as the hysterical outbursts I had as well).
Last night we celebrated her return by icecream. I am still celebrating today.
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