Nearly lost my bestest, cutest, friendliest, furriest, friend today.
Cried like fuck till sky also can drop.
she had the brains to come back home.
She's 1 year and a few months only. Can't bear to lose her again.
Mom accidentally pressed the gate button, and she ran out, tennis ball in mouth, in pursuit of a cat. The cat chase eventually led her on a little (right) walk for herself.
She ran off to the main road, and then to a junction before a bigger, family field, and met a stray dog. Then, according to my maid (who was chasing her too, and runs faster than me), she ran off with him/her.
We split directions. I stood where I was, waiting for my mother to come pick me up so we could scan the streets faster. I tell you, standing there, alone, with cars zipping about you, and with tears running down your face isn't a wonderful thing to do.
I hopped in the car, and we rounded the place. Mom gave up (when she said that, I cried even harder), and turned back for home.
And there, standing patiently in front of the gate, were my maid with my BABY on a leash.
THANK GOD SHE WAS SMART.
THANK GOD MOM TOOK HER OUT FOR WALKS AND MADE HER KNOW THE PLACE.
She was found sitting down outside a house a few houses away from mine, waiting for someone she knew to show up. God, I was so relieved, I jumped out of the car, and hugged her tightly until she nearly couldn't breathe (she was wheezing), and started crying again.Damn, if I lost her, I HAVE NO MEANING IN LIFE.No loving hugs from her after I get down from the car. No more kisses. No more seeing her furry tail wag so fast, that it would be a blur. No more pulling on her furry, soft ears. No more playing football. No more playing baseball.
THANK YOU, HEAVENS, FOR BRINGING HER BACK TO ME.