It was a normal part of my husband’s work routine to take one or two dogs with him for a ride. Then when his job changed, he was unable to. So when I awoke one morning to find that Chance was on an errand with my husband I wasn’t surprised until I walked into the Front Dogs area and felt an eerie sensation. Chance was gone. It struck me so deep I felt the need to search for him. To try and “find” him, because he was “lost.” His absence felt so big at that moment that I didn’t know what to do. I felt an emptiness that I didn’t know how to grasp. I kept catching my breath. I knew he was with my husband and that he was safe, but I couldn’t help feeling that hollowed out chunk in my gut. It was spooky.
Even writing this down two years later still creeps me out.
Have you ever felt that ‘lost dog‘ sensation even when you knew where your dog(s) were?