Today has been the worst day of my life.
I got home from work at 6 and am greeted at the door by my brother and sister. They went to feed the dogs their dinner and realized Micki was gone. They had been home all flipping day and don't remember the last time they saw him.
I fed him breakfast before I went to work. He was "in pain". He has a chronic back pain that is on and off that we and the vets have yet to figure out. We manage the episodes with pain pills and he's usually good in a day. Anyway, when he's "in pain" he does stupid things...like stand in the road, or go to a parking lot and sit behind car tires, it's freaky. It's the ONLY time he'll leave the yard (by opening the gate that we have 3 bungee cords on to prevent this) so we usually keep a close eye on him outside during that time.
Anyway, I called and put a lost dog report at the animal control immediately, called and left voice mails at the two local vets, and put up posters around town. We drove the golf cart around and beeped the horn (His FAVORITE thing in the whole world) and drove scouring the streets to see if he'd been hit.
In the morning I'm going to stop by the animal control, check in with both vet clinics and put up more posters with pictures.
I just want my grumpy old man back. And I was mean to him this morning because I was getting ready for work and all he wanted to do was sit on my lap
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