I tried to finish the last post, but my heart wouldn't let me. Today, my dog TJ is gone. sigh. Back story for those who don't know. My sister is "mentally delayed" she is 14 but doesn't know how to talk and has lower intellectual & motor skills then others her age. She has always been this way, and myself and the family have come to accept that. She is still a very active, smiling young girl, and that's my sister. The doctor decided that maybe it would help my sister's speech if she was to have a dog. So we went on a mission to get one. We finally found TJ, a small Pomeranian/chiwawa mixed dog. For the first couple of months, TJ lived with my mother and my sister, but the housing complex didn't allow dogs. So TJ lived with me. My mother would take him on the weekends.
So my mother had him in the car, and saw somebody she knew. She pulled over to talk to the person, and my sister opened the door, and TJ ran out of the car into a small park. By the time my mother realized it, she couldn't see him in sight. I get a call with her hysterically crying telling me that TJ is gone. I calm her down, and borrow Fuzzy's car to go find him. Nothing.
What makes matters worst is that my mother just gave him a bath, and forgot to put his dog chain which has our number and address on it just in case he got lost.
I can't believe my dog is gone. He is to far to sniff his way back home. We live in a huge city with thousands of people. I wouldn't be surprised if somebody snatched him up. Or worst he got into an accident...
I'm trying not to be upset about it because, I mean its only a dog. But he was my dog.