My mother wrote a small story about her dog that she wanted to share. Here it is. I love you Mom!
Let me tell you a story, a true story with a happy ending.
Last Wednesday afternoon I took Buddy with me to do some errands in the car. Around dinner time I was wondering why I hadn’t seen him around. He always is ready for dinner. I called, and no Buddy. I looked all over the house and couldn’t find him. We figured he had slipped out when Joe came home. It was a cold and rainy night. We walked the neighborhood and called. No response. We were frantic. Next morning my neighbor and I put signs up and looked and called. I notified all the authorities I could think of. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and still no Buddy. We missed him so much. By this time, we thought someone had picked him up and taken him home. We hoped they would take good care of him. Monday morning it sounded as is it was very windy outside. I went into the room over the garage to see if the flag pole was still up. I opened the door of the closet and there was Buddy! I picked him up and went screaming back to our bedroom. He had been in that closet for five days with no food and no water. We will never know why he never barked or cried.
The vet checked him over and was amazed that he was in such good condition, considering what he had gone through. On the way home from the vet, we stopped at church. I took him in and blessed him with Holy Water.
This Sunday he is back in the black chair reading the paper with Joe. Just like every Sunday.