I never thought losing you would be so heartbreaking. That day you got out, I couldn’t believe it I thought it was a mistake and you were just sleeping somewhere and you hearing had just gotten worse. You could hear us calling.
As the hours went on and no sight of you I started to panic, it was getting dark and if you were out there you are alone. I stayed up all night calling for you, every little noise I thought was you. The next morning as the worst, it wasn’t a bad dream you were gone. I just couldn’t understand how our 17 years together ended just like that. No good bye no nothing you were just gone. We put up signs went door to door, nothing nobody saw you. the phone would ring and I’d answer with anticipation, they hadn’t seen you they just wanted to know if you had returned and question if you really were 17 as the lost cat poster said.
The days went on and on still nothing. I couldn’t look at the lost cat posters stapled to all of the phone poles across the neighborhood. On day 13 of your disappearance the phone rang, coincidently at the same time the sf Giants won the game to send them to the workd series. I answered a woman said she and her kids think they saw you. We threw on our shoes grabbed a flash light and went looking for you. We called and called for you but nothing. We gave up we thought no way he has been out here for 13 days alone and afraid. We started walking back to the house ready to deal with the flood of emotions again. We shined the light under one last car and if it was some miracle there you were hiding under that car.
Tears started rolling down my face I could not believe it. We grabbed you and we ran back to the house clutching you sobbing it really was you.
I felt like myself again having you back having you be okay. I cry as I write this I still can’t believe that you are home.