distraught

Update, Mable is found.  But, if you want to know how silly Rob and I are, you only need to know that he cried when the lady called and said they had found her, so much that when the lady dropped her off, she said she could tell Mable had been missed.

I got in the door and fell all to pieces.

This is an advertisement for micro-chipping.  That’s how they got her back to us, so fast.

Lane

 

I did not know what that word meant, really, until now.  I’m sure that I’ve been distraught, but it’s hard to see in oneself.  I’m sure that I’ve seen Rob distraught, but only when I was, too, so didn’t recognize it.  We’ve been distraught when we’ve had to put animals down. 

But, this is a new thing for us both. 

Rob’s Beagle, Mable got out yesterday afternoon.  No one is really sure how, but the gates in the back yard were firmly closed and the only time that the front door got opened was when Sydney took out the garbage. 

Rob is distraught.

Because Sydney thinks she did it, she’s only about two steps from distraught.

I am wringing my hands, furtively looking from one to the other, to see who needs the most encouragement. 

Tomorrow, I leave on a business trip and won’t be here to try to prop them up and keep them hopeful. 

Rob and I walked and drove the neighborhood yesterday evening, in opposite directions, until dark.  I walked on streets that I didn’t even know were in my neighborhood.

This morning, he walked for three quarters of an hour and I made signs and hung them on signposts.  I’ve found the dog pound and it’s near where I work, so I’ll be going there at lunch today. 

Unfortunately, that is all I can do.

It’s hard when a member of the family is missing and you don’t know where they have gone or whether they are okay. 

Okay, maybe I’m a little more distraught than I thought.

Take care.  Send your kind and strong thoughts this way, please. 

Lane