I haven’t been so scared about something until a couple of weekends ago.
It was an early Saturday morning. My dog Hercules as usual, woke me up by standing on my face. It was time for him to go potty. I was dead as sleep and did not want to go out, but the last thing I wanted was for my dog to pee in the room, so I took him out. I stepped inside for no less than a minute. When I came out there was no sign of Hercules. The first thing I though, “dumb dog, he must be at the neighbors again.” So I went and looked for him. Nothing.
Since it was raining, I thought for sure he would come back in a few minutes. Well, an hour went by, and nothing. I started panicking. Where could my baby be? Did someone take him? Did he get ran over? Did he get eaten by a wild animal? So many questions and thoughts started running through my head.
My husband came home from an early shift and I told him what happened. We both went and looked all over the neighborhood, talked to our neighbors and there was no sign of the little rat anywhere. My last hope was the shelter. So we went and looked. Nothing. I came home and it kicked in. I cried like I hadn’t in a long time. My furry little friend was gone.
But I couldn’t accept it. So I ran about six miles trying to look for him. I looked at every possible place he could be. Nothing.
Then, it clicked. Facebook. I hadn’t tried Facebook. I hadn’t done so because I didn’t want anyone to know what a terrible mommy I had been. No collar, no microchip, why didn’t I stay with him? But then I realized, who cared what people thought, all that mattered was finding my dog.
Magic happened. Within minutes my friends started sharing my post. Then their friends shared. I had people calling and texting me giving me ideas of where else I could look. There was hope again.
An hour went by and my friend called me to let me know that one of her friends had posted a picture of a dog who showed up at her house that looked just like mine. So I immediately went to see if it was my dog. There he was.
Was he scared?
Did he have the worst time in his life?
Was he hurt?
None of the above. He was as happy as he could be! I had been worried sick for eight hours and did he care? I don’t know. But from the looks of it, he didn’t. He greeted me, licked my hands a couple of times and wanted to go back outside to play with the other dog!
I don’t know if I was more heartbroken knowing that he was lost or knowing that he hadn’t missed me. But I was glad I had found him.
If it hadn’t been for me posting that picture on Facebook asking for help, my friend would have never known that Hercules was missing. Who knows how long I would’ve had to wait before finding him.
It’s times like this that I really do appreciate the power of social media. We are more connected that ever before. I love it.
My beautiful dog is now wearing a collar every time he goes out and is carefully watched. He may not like it but I hope he knows that we do it because we love him and it just wouldn’t be the same without him.