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Sorry so long sweatdrop
I share your pain in a ...similar way i guess....
basically when i was like 3, my parents were going through a divorce and i hardly saw my mom, and we went to my dads friends house one day and their spaniel and labador had puppies, and i wanted the runt. i begged for hours "daddy daddy can i have this one?" and he kept saying no, until finally he let me have it (hehe^^)
I eventually named him snoopy, and over my shy quiet childhood he became my absolute best friend. my mom came back after a while, and at her house (she re-married) we always moved place to place, and i never had any friends because i was really really shy, and i didnt want to play with the boys. so sometimes snoopy would be allowed to go to her house with me, and we played for hours, among hours
and at my dads house, we would go on walks for hours just playing in the woods, or the green area, or at the park and what not...somtimes my parents had to come get me lol.
sorry getting beside the point
so i was about 11 years old right? and he came to my moms house with me, and we played for hours in the front yard (her doggies were in the back, and werent nice to Snoopy) and then he had to go home.
well, that night we had a thunderstorm (neither of us liked them) and i was at my moms house, and my dad and stepmom forgot to put him in the kennel, so he got out of the yard. Normally when that happens, he goes to the front and rings the doorbell (seriously lol) and we'd let him in. but it was about 2am so nobody heard.
the next day my dad came to my moms house and told me he was missing, and you should have heard me cry. i cried for at least 4 hours, before i fell asleep from crying so hard. and over the next couple of days, i went around my dads neighborhood looking for him, putting up flyers, everything. I went to the park, the woods, everywhere we ever played looking for him (even the ones i didnt go to anymore). We even got a local animal shelter involved.
well, about 5 days later, a lady from the animal shelter had been searching for hours in her car and turned around. she saw something in the road, and got out of her car to look. she read the tags and of course, it was my doggy.
my mom took me to my dads early that same morning, because my dad said he had something to tell me. I ran into the house, thinking they had found snoopy, and the second i turned the corner, i saw him rapped in sheets on the floor of my kitchen. needless to say i bursted into tears.
*this was back in 2003, from july 7th - 12th
i still remember, and i still cry sad
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