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Jasmine ran away. At about 11:30, when I put her out while I got her dinner ready, and then got sidetracked by one of my knitting projects. Just before midnight, I came out to find that she was gone. I can't believe I left her out there. I took the flashlight and searched the neighborhood for 30 minutes, calling her name and listening hard for the click of her toenails. Nothing, no sound at all. Already this is not like her, because whenever she wanders off, she always stays within a block of our house, and she always comes back sooner than 30 minutes! So I go back home, she isn't there waiting, I find Grandpa nodding off on the couch, I tell him, crying, he stands in the front yard for a little while, smoking and thinking, then we get in his big black pickup truck with our flashlights and search the surrounding area for almost an hour. We go until we have no clue where to look. Tonight is foggy and very cold. My hands are freezing, and Jas is so old and she needs her medication. Nothing at all. We go back home, and she is not there waiting.
Grandpa smokes. The weather forecast is for rain or snow. There are two busy streets near our house. Jas is not a friendly, social kind of dog with strangers. All she is concerned about is finding things to eat.
We get back in his pickup, search again. Nothing. Hard to see in the fog. We get home around 2. Jasmine is not there. This has never ever happened before, I don't know what to do. I make her dinner, extra steaming hot, and put it out on the porch with her blanket, in case she comes back. Grandpa says, "If she hasn't come back by now, she must be lost, and we can't look any more until daylight." Then he says good night and goes in to bed. I'm really freaking scared now, feeling like I'm gonna puke, imagining horrible things like her lying in a ditch somewhere and all that. I use the bathroom, start to get ready for bed. I keep checking the back porch, praying she's there. At 2:20, I check again and there she is, wolfing down her dinner, and her belly all bloated from some mystery feast.
Oh my god I am so relieved oh my god. She looks absolutely fine, the same as always, except her legs are soaking wet. She wasn't even shivering.
Now she's upstairs sleeping. God I'm so glad she's back. The things I was thinking. So now I've gotta try and finish all these Christmas presents, yes, everyone knows what a procrastinator Aimee is.
But guess what? Tomorrow my vacation begins! Won't be back at work til after New Year's!!
Grandpa smokes. The weather forecast is for rain or snow. There are two busy streets near our house. Jas is not a friendly, social kind of dog with strangers. All she is concerned about is finding things to eat.
We get back in his pickup, search again. Nothing. Hard to see in the fog. We get home around 2. Jasmine is not there. This has never ever happened before, I don't know what to do. I make her dinner, extra steaming hot, and put it out on the porch with her blanket, in case she comes back. Grandpa says, "If she hasn't come back by now, she must be lost, and we can't look any more until daylight." Then he says good night and goes in to bed. I'm really freaking scared now, feeling like I'm gonna puke, imagining horrible things like her lying in a ditch somewhere and all that. I use the bathroom, start to get ready for bed. I keep checking the back porch, praying she's there. At 2:20, I check again and there she is, wolfing down her dinner, and her belly all bloated from some mystery feast.
Oh my god I am so relieved oh my god. She looks absolutely fine, the same as always, except her legs are soaking wet. She wasn't even shivering.
Now she's upstairs sleeping. God I'm so glad she's back. The things I was thinking. So now I've gotta try and finish all these Christmas presents, yes, everyone knows what a procrastinator Aimee is.
But guess what? Tomorrow my vacation begins! Won't be back at work til after New Year's!!
