There’s a missing dog in my neighborhood. He’s a Miniature Pincher named Spike with a, believe it or not, little spiked collar. There are colorful flyers for him on every lamp post, street sign, bulletin board, etc… I even got an email flyer for him here at work. And when it rained earlier in the week and destroyed all the flyers, they were replaced the next day. There’s a reward if he’s found, and the flyers say Spike is on – and needs his – medication. It breaks my heart every time I see one. When I take Murphy for a walk, I always keep my eyes peeled for some movement in the woods or listen for some rustling in bushes. He’s so tiny, he could be anywhere.
The reason I’m writing about this is because it breaks my heart. Of all the things that could potentially happen to Murphy, him going missing would be the absolute worst. I can’t imagine not knowing. Wondering where he was, what he’s doing, if he’s okay, being loved, being cared for. If someone took him, would they know he only likes soft treats, that his chest is his favorite spot to be rubbed and singing to him in a super high pitch makes him cock his head and wag his tail? I know millions of little details about Murphy and what makes him happy – details we’ve accumulated without him ever saying a single word – and it would be devastating to know SO MUCH about him except where he was.
***Update! Spike was found safe and sound (and a little bit skinny) eight days after he went missing!***