My nightmare last night was that I dreamed that my dog, Lila, had been hit by a car. When I realized she’d been hit, I let out a very loud cry. I was frantic to find her to take her to the vet. People were starting to gather, saying things like, “The car didn’t see her.” and “There’s nothing we could do.” At this time in my life, she’s my baby. I have another dog and a cat, but she is the most affectionate one, the sweetest one. Also the cutest one.
You get the idea.
I did have an incident probably about six months ago where I thought I lost her. She had escaped from the fenced yard, and I went to find her. She usually doesn’t go far, but I walked around and called her name for about 10 minutes and couldn’t find her. I was starting to get worried, so I called my boyfriend and asked him to come help me find her (mind you, he lives about 20 to 30 minutes away). As soon as I started to tell him that I couldn’t find her, I burst into tears. Probably something closer to sobs, though. He said he would come, but I should keep looking for her. So I expanded my search area, and after only 2 or 3 minutes, I found her sniffing around some bushes, totally unconcerned about my worry. I ran back home to call my boyfriend and tell him he didn’t need to come.
It was horrible though, thinking I’d lost her. I felt helpless, responsible, lost. I can’t imagine what it’s like to actually lose an animal…I hope I never have to face that.