Mali's gone

[miriam_e]

My little dog, Mali, has been getting a little confused sometimes. Day before yesterday she wandered away, apparently looking for me. I'd retired to bed early because I'd had a tooth pulled out. Normally I'm on the computer til quite late, so she may have thought I'd gone out somewhere accidentally leaving her behind (she always accompanies me everywhere). My next-door neighbor's kid, about a kilometer away, said they'd seen a little dog fitting her description walking down the road. Heaven knows where she is. Julie and I have put leaflets in a lot of letterboxes and stuck posters up all over. She is picking up more leaflets and posters today that we are getting printed in Nambour -- these ones will have a picture of her on them. We'll spend this afternoon putting up more posters and letterboxing.

I hope someone picked her up and returns her. [sigh]

I've always felt I was kinda independent of the world, like I am behind some kind of invisible shield. Almost nothing ever moves me to tears, and few things budge me from my comfortable remoteness. But now I find myself with an unexpected achey hole where Mali was. Not a nice feeling.

How the hell do parents who lose a child cope?

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[miriam-e.livejournal.com]

Scary! One of my big fears is that she may have been hit by a car. Glad you found your kitty.

I'm amazed at how nice and helpful people have been when I've been doing the door-knock thing. I'm sure even if you'd met some strung-out meth-head they would have been sympathetic. There is something about us humans and our animals. It is one of the things that holds out great hope for us, I think. If we were only able to empathize with our own species then we would have no future, but we so easily love and adore so many other animals, and even get breathless at the beauty of some trees or flowers. Good news for us, I think. There's still hope for us. :)