I went downstairs this morning to eat breakfast. As I went outside, I thought something was wrong, but I didn’t think of it much.
A while ago, my brother and I was watching The Proposal when he told me that our dog was missing. That was it. I knew it! He always jumps up to me whenever I go outside. I just thought maybe he’s still sleeping inside his cage. I didn’t know because I didn’t bother to look.
I know he’s not dead. That would be preposterous. What I think happened is that he got out of the house. Maybe he’s still wandering out there, or maybe someone took him. If someone did, I hope they return him. But how could they? We don’t know any of our neighbors, I doubt they even know he’s our dog!
This is not the first time we ever took care of a pet. The very first I can remember was a cat. It managed to escape. The second was our dog’s sister. She was given to us one day, we went out, and she died that same day. We don’t even know what we did. I don’t think we even did anything. We may be the worst pet owners ever but we love him.
I’m not going to relax until we find him. I know he’s somewhere out there.