On Tuesday, August 11th my dog Chloe ran off. She was a 15lb Boston Terrier who I had raised from a 6 week old puppy, she would have been 4 in October. She was very spoiled and somewhat of a princess. She would go outside with me and follow me around, I would never leave her alone outside but at times she would play her little game of watching me until I came close and then not letting me catch her.
This day I was working and she was home with my boyfriend who she loved. She decided to play her little game, but kept running.....he ran after her, and when he came back to get the car to follow her, she had disappeared.
I was devistated....
My mom had always told me to put her on a leash when outside but she really never needed it, preferring to follow me around. I guess I was wrong....
She had a tag on her collar with my name, address and phone number on it, and every day I hoped I would get a call that someone found her. I also drove the areas around our house and put adds in the paper, even filling out a lost dog form with the animal shelter just in case, not sure if the tag could have fallen off her collar....
On August 30th I finally got that call.....a call from a man saying he found my dog and she was in bad shape....
Not knowing what to expect, I went right over, and found she had wandered 15-20 miles from home..
When I got there and saw her I immediately started crying, my little healthy dog was so skinny you could see all of her bones.
I picked her up, and brought her home figuring she just needed love and some food and she would be ok, she didnt seem to have any scratches, or look like she had been hurt, just very skinny and lethargic.
She refused to eat anything, would only drink water, which didnt sit well. After a few hours it didnt seem like she was getting better, she was getting worse, very limp and hardly moving.
My boyfriend and I got in the car to take her to the emergency vet hospital which was 45 minutes away...she didnt make it to the end of the street and died while I was holding her.
Since then, I have cried every day and I am having a hard time getting past seeing her the way she was that day.
I wonder every day what her 11 days away was like and how she must have suffered because of our stupidity of not putting her on a leash and not being able to find her.
I loved her and my heart breaks every day thinking about what a happy little dog she was and how horrible her last days were.
My boyfriend says the reason I got her back that day is because she was waiting for me, like she knew things were bad and needed me....
I dont know how to get past this, its like losing a family member and I just want her back.
I know people mean well but their solution is "get a puppy"....I dont want a puppy, I want my Chloe back, another puppy will not help...
Thanks for listening....