My parents were dogsitting Link from last weekend and going down to PA. My Mum has a cold phobia, so wouldn't let us come pick him up when we got back because I was sick, and then Jenn got sick. It's just one of her things, and Link is their favorite pup in the world anyway, and he's spoiled and super loved when he's at my parents', so I went along with it. We were going to pick him up tonight.
There's a massive windstorm, and my parents put him out in the fenced in backyard to go potty. Link is terrified of everything, but crashing winds and trees are his downfall, and he leaped the fence and took off. That was at six thirty this evening. My parents have been trying to call me eight thousand times while they were searching, but my phone was off, and my sister finally pinged me via email and Jenn and I raced here...it's just a staggering amount of little things that went wrong. My parents saw him about a mile from their house (they were driving everywhere, trying to find him), and their neighbors saw him a little farther down. By the time we got here (I got pulled over by a cop for LITERALLY the stupidest thing anyone in the world has ever gotten pulled over for, but I think he was completely unprepared for who would be driving the car: A VERY UPSET, PLEASE LET ME GO SO I CAN SAVE MY DOG DEAR GODS Sarah. So he let me go.), he was completely gone.
There's still a MASSIVE windstorm. Our voices carry a foot. I've been through the woods for hours, stumbling with a flashlight, calling Link's name in the most upbeat way possible. I haven't seen an inch of him. Jenn's still sick, and my parents are sick, and it's pitch black outside, and the wind's just getting worse...I called off the search. At dawn, I'm going to use my parents' six wheeler and canvas for miles if I have to.
I need your help. I'm really fucking upset. And I'm not going to stop being upset. I'm much too close to this. Link means the world to me. He's my child. He is my bright star and my perfect little boy. I love him more than words can express.
We adopted Link as a baby, but the damage had already been done. He had been HORRIFICALLY abused when he was small, and became terrified of many things. He was found running in the woods by the shelter those years ago, much as he is now. He is terrified of people, of dogs, of animals, of trees...it's taken years to get him to be not afraid of hardly anything, but when my parents spotted him, he saw my dad (men kicked him when he was a puppy) and FLED, which means he's started to regress, and is probably so upset and unreachable... That's one of the worst parts about all of this. He could have been saved...they SAW him, he was ten feet away...he was so close to being safe...I mean...dear gods...
If you are a witch, please do me a favor? Light a candle for him, do a spell for his safe return...send energy, meditate. Anything. Please. If you're not a witch, please send him good energy? Think good thoughts? Pray?
I'm too close to this to do anything more than sit here and sob. I know that if people who care about me, and him, are sending good thoughts and energy and kindness and love, that will change everything.
Please help me. I love you guys.
I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful Shwinky. Please be safe.

There's a massive windstorm, and my parents put him out in the fenced in backyard to go potty. Link is terrified of everything, but crashing winds and trees are his downfall, and he leaped the fence and took off. That was at six thirty this evening. My parents have been trying to call me eight thousand times while they were searching, but my phone was off, and my sister finally pinged me via email and Jenn and I raced here...it's just a staggering amount of little things that went wrong. My parents saw him about a mile from their house (they were driving everywhere, trying to find him), and their neighbors saw him a little farther down. By the time we got here (I got pulled over by a cop for LITERALLY the stupidest thing anyone in the world has ever gotten pulled over for, but I think he was completely unprepared for who would be driving the car: A VERY UPSET, PLEASE LET ME GO SO I CAN SAVE MY DOG DEAR GODS Sarah. So he let me go.), he was completely gone.
There's still a MASSIVE windstorm. Our voices carry a foot. I've been through the woods for hours, stumbling with a flashlight, calling Link's name in the most upbeat way possible. I haven't seen an inch of him. Jenn's still sick, and my parents are sick, and it's pitch black outside, and the wind's just getting worse...I called off the search. At dawn, I'm going to use my parents' six wheeler and canvas for miles if I have to.
I need your help. I'm really fucking upset. And I'm not going to stop being upset. I'm much too close to this. Link means the world to me. He's my child. He is my bright star and my perfect little boy. I love him more than words can express.
We adopted Link as a baby, but the damage had already been done. He had been HORRIFICALLY abused when he was small, and became terrified of many things. He was found running in the woods by the shelter those years ago, much as he is now. He is terrified of people, of dogs, of animals, of trees...it's taken years to get him to be not afraid of hardly anything, but when my parents spotted him, he saw my dad (men kicked him when he was a puppy) and FLED, which means he's started to regress, and is probably so upset and unreachable... That's one of the worst parts about all of this. He could have been saved...they SAW him, he was ten feet away...he was so close to being safe...I mean...dear gods...
If you are a witch, please do me a favor? Light a candle for him, do a spell for his safe return...send energy, meditate. Anything. Please. If you're not a witch, please send him good energy? Think good thoughts? Pray?
I'm too close to this to do anything more than sit here and sob. I know that if people who care about me, and him, are sending good thoughts and energy and kindness and love, that will change everything.
Please help me. I love you guys.

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