When Your Dog is Missing

Tonight started with a migraine that sent me home from work. Now I'm angsting over here because the doggie I raised from a baby is now missing. He is my uncle's dog. Years ago, when I moved to Colorado, I had to think of what was best for my furbabies. I had gone through a divorce. I was working full-time and going to school. It wasn't fair for me to leave the two boys alone all the time at home. They needed to be loved full time. Yang was getting more and more anxious. Yin was...well he's Yin. He's a dollbaby.

I've watched this baby grow, this little smiling man. Ryu'Yin is the only one left. His brother picked a fight on an outdoor excursion with a Rottweiler. :( Yin lives with my Uncle who had a stroke and they really do need each other. They take great care of each other and this little guy is treated like a king. He's an indoor spoiled boy.

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He's definitely showing his age now. Little old man was outside for a short bit yesterday. It was still daylight. He didn't come in before dark or when called. He's terrified of fireworks. He's actually even terrified of smoke. We had an oven fire or something one year and he was shaking scared. He can be timid and fierce. He's a sneaky little guy and doesn't come to people easily.

Now he's missing. All I can do here from Colorado (he's in Missouri) is spread the word all over facebook, cry to myself all teary, and pray that he is found. It's amazing to me how these little furballs become like our children to us.

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Love you, little old man. I just want you home. No arting was done tonight.