My little poodle Gordon has been missing for just over a week in the Connecticut woods. Who knows what could have happened to him, how far he roamed, if he was picked up, or injured, or hit by a car, or eaten by a coyote. I've made all the phone calls, walked in the woods, but it seems impossible he would be around and still be alive and not come to my voice. I keep re-playing the last time I saw him. I let him out early in the morning, and didn't go out with him. No collar, no chip. I feel horribly guilty. Just terrible. And sad. I'm in a very intese graduate program and I can't really keep it together when Im at school, and horribly stressed about the work I'm not getting done, and the flyers I should be posting, and the ads I can't afford to take out in the paper. I just desperately want him back.
Maybe he'll turn up if someone found him, but he's just the right size and well-behaved and friendly, maybe somebody would want to keep him. I'm trying not to be obsessive, but its all I think about. I'm having to get used to living without him, after only a year and a half.