The Dog who Came Back
A few weeks ago I had written that Tipper, my sister’s dog, had run away.
Back then, we were starting to get worried. She had already been lost for over a week.
Then there was a reported sighting, near a grumpy farmer’s property. Who was rumored to have shot dogs before.
That’s about when the sightings stopped, and we began to fear the worst.
Day after day, with still no word about Tipper.
Emotions up and down, like a roller coaster.
Then we started to accept that maybe she might be gone for good.
And we did our grieving.
It was like a lump in my chest that wouldn’t go away.
I felt like I had just lost my best friend.
Well, my best friend is BACK!!!
Yesterday, Tipper showed up in someone’s barn, all miserable and bedraggled. Apparently the cats were teasing her, and she was too weak to fight them off.
The farmer had a copy of one of the flyers we had sent out, and phoned my brother-in-law. Within hours, Tipper had seen the vet and was safely back home.
The dog’s been MIA for 24 days. She went from 32 lbs. to 22 lbs. She’s a walking bag of bones, and totally exhausted.
Lord only knows what kind of anxiety and trauma she’s been through the past three weeks. I don’t even know how she fed herself.
But aside from being hungry and tired, the vet said she’s otherwise okay.
And of course, yesterday I had to get in my car and drive for a few hours, to go see her.
The first thing she did when she saw me was bark excitedly, and then go get her ball.
The silly mutt barely had enough strength to walk, but here she was, trying to lure me outside into the back yard so I could play with her.
Because that’s the special game that Tipper plays with Uncle Friar. And only Uncle Friar.
I’m not ashamed to admit, I just plopped down on the floor, and bawled my eyes out. Out of sheer joy and relief, this time.
Of course, Tipper didn’t care to notice. She just kept yapping at me.
C’mon Uncle Friar! C’mon! Let’s PLAY!
You stupid dog!
You stupid, lovable dog!