Today has been a great learning experience. One that I do not wish on anyone. Our puppy (really our 2 year old dog) ran away with a dog friend yesterday. We have driven over 200km of gravel roads looking for the pair of adventurers since last night. It is painful to have him gone. My oldest son is taking it the hardest. Oscar is his puppy and you know how close a boy and his dog can become. I am finding it quite difficult as well.
I warned the kids before we got the dog how hard it can be when they leave, either from old age, accident or as we have now experienced, running away. I can only hope that he soon becomes uncomfortable, missing his soft couch and warm home, and finds his way back to us. I pray he finds his way home.
So is it worth loving a dog? Yes, I have to say the joy and the memories are worth it. When I was my oldest son's age I lost my dog too. She had to be put down because she was nipping at the neighborhood children. It took me a long time to forgive the man who made my dad put her down. This man owns the local gas station and I see him regularly. I can honestly say I don't even think of the hurt when I see him. It is completely healed. Maybe time does heal all things.
I remember my dog fondly and love that we had such a great bond. I hope to some day play with her again. I'm sure I will. If Oscar does not return, this hurt will heal as well, over time, and we will have the memories. But I sure do hope to hear his bark soon.
Karina
