I'm gonna repost a blog from a couple of weeks ago for tonight's #thisiscrazylove2016
Why? Because there's an update!
Excerpt from original post: Last night a friend of mine posted on Facebook that she was feeling disappointed. I didn’t know the story but knowing her not to be one of the “everything is over the top” posters we all know I figured it wasn’t good.Then, this morning I saw that what was disappointing her was the disappearance of her dogs. One finally made it back to the house late last night but the other one, as of right now, is still missing.
My heart sank into my stomach, jumped around a little bit and then moved up into the lower part of my esophagus and sat there. I cannot imaging what she is going through. I can get close, as I have had to say goodbye to pets in my life in various ways but to have a beloved family dog out there, wandering the streets or passed on without our knowing, that is just a hellacious way to spend any time at all.
Now, some of you may be reading this thinking, “It’s a dog. It’s just a dog.” For those of you thinking that way, God bless you for your ability to set those boundaries in your mind and compartmentalize emotions. You are free to stop reading this post. I promise you won’t understand anything else written.
Brooke, my friend missing a dog, lives with her husband in Texas. We went to high school together back in Missouri but haven’t seen each other since, well, the mid nineties.
However, thanks to the marvels of social media, we entered back into one another’s lives living vicariously through posts about dogs or tattoos or roller derby or more dogs stuff. (The Roller Derby stuff and MOST of the tattoo stuff is hers. I’m more of a dog post kind of guy but most of you know that.)
As the day went on today I kept checking in to see if there was any news on her other dog showing back up. To this point, nothing.
I was thinking it would be great if I could do something for her and husband in their search. I don’t really know anyone else in her part of Texas so there was no posting or Facebook. Then it hit me.
I went out into the back yard with my boy Pops and we played fetch. We played for about forty-five minutes… that was when he hit his limit and decided to drop in the middle of the yard with ball in mouth.
I played fetch with Pops as a sort of prayer of solidarity for Brooke. I knew there wasn’t any comfort I could bring that would really count… I’ve been on the receiving end of such things and if I am honest, the words usually don’t do as much as we let on. I remember when my dog Ruby Sue passed I could only think of how much I wished we’d walked more or played with the frisbee a little longer. I didn’t need words from others as much as I needed missed opportunities to be handed over to me as if from a time travel device. So, in a mode of remembrance for beloved pets I’ve lost and for those that friends have lost (and for Brooke’s dog where ever she may be) I played fetch.
Today I give my #thisiscrazylove2016 to Brooke and her husband because I know that feeling well enough to know that love is what they need… Almost as much as their loved one staggering back into the house, exhausted but safe.
Roxy is wrapped in the plaid blanket and finally home with the rest of the family.
End original post.
Update: Roxy found her way home. More specifically a community of "not giving ups" kept searching and sending out flyers and using social media.
After two weeks of hell for the family and who know what the dog went through the family is reunited. I thought it fitting to pour out a little extra #thisiscrazylove2016 to them.