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It's been 3 days since Juno's gone & I'm having the hardest time dealing with it. Each night I try to stay up as long as a can bc when each day ends, it's one day longer that he's gone. I've been walking all around the neighborhood, in alley ways, and sidewalks to see if maybe someone is taking him out for a walk.
I honestly feel like someone sucked the life out of me; It's hurts the most when i think of him and all i can imagine is Juno with another family, scared and afraid to eat, curled up into a ball. Or roaming around by himself at midnight with no food or warm place to stay.
When Jen & I brought him home from the shelter he was extremely shy & timid. I made a promise to myself for him to never feel scared and vulnerable again, and it fucking sucks to know that I couldn't live up to that.
I know it's not my fault & he just thought he was playing and never knew that he wasn't going to be home for the next few days. When we find him, I hope he remembers us and wish that he knows that we are continually searching for him.
It should not be this hard to find a dog. We looked all over for him the minute he ran away. He's like a child, dogs should be easy to find, no???
I think the hardest part is coming home, & not seeing his little nose to poke through the blinds, see us, then jump to greet us at the door. When I'm watching tv or walking around the house, to see his bed empty w/ only his toy donut by its side is toughest to stomach.
I have 2 exams that i quit my job to study & i can't focus ...at all. And for the first time, i really dont give a shit. this sucks big gigantic 'nads.
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