96 Hours

She's been gone 96 hours now. The Humane Society and Animal Control were closed today. I'll be there when they open tomorrow to see if she's in a kennel. If not, I read the DOA and injured lists.

Do I give up? Is she officially gone for good? I can't just do nothing.

Update on Carrots

Carrots has now been officially missing for 41 hours. I've gone and checked both the Humane Shelter and the Animal Control Center daily since she has been gone and nothing. The Animal Control Center has a list of what has been brought in, dead or alive, and she hasn't been on it. The Humane Shelter lets me walk through the kennels to see if she's there....and she's not.

I can only hope that someone picked her up, thought she was cute and decided to keep her.

I hope.

I just wish I knew. If she is, in fact dead, I hope she didn't suffer. I hope she's not sufferring or hungry or frightened if she is, indeed, alive.

Dante keeps asking for her and we've told him that Carrots went to Alaska to visit her mommy and become a famous sled dog.

I've papered the entire neighborhood with flyers, offered a reward, and put a notice up on Craig's List. Both shelters have a flyer and I filled out the "lost dog" form. I wish there was something else I could do. She has an Animal ID tatoo on her tummy. I hope someone finds her. I miss her terribly and so does our other dog Salad, who has now taken to pooping and peeing all over the house in her anger and grief.

I will never forgive myself for this. Ever.

She's Gone

One of our Jack Russells, Carrots, ran away tonight. She ran out the front door as Randy and I were letting Dante say goodnight to the moon. I didn't close the door properly and now she's gone. It's my fault. She's gone. She didn't have her collar on as I had just given both of them a bath. And now she's gone. I hope she's not hurt or suffering. I hope someone finds her and sees the tattoo ID on her stomach. I hope Randy finds her tonight. But deep down I know that she is gone. Even Salad knows she is gone.