The meal started at noon, so we put Frosty in ‘her’ room and made sure she had a favorite toy, plenty of water, and her blanket. One of our guests brought a small child with a big voice; the little guy yelled and squealed for 2 hours—a sound our dog’s not accustomed to hearing. In retrospect, I’m sure that commotion caused her additional stress.
Once thanks were given and everyone was sated, the crowd began to thin. That’s when the husband goes upstairs to spring our sweet dog from captivity and let her enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.
Where is Frosty?What do you mean?
Where is she?
In the bedroom.
She’s not here.
Yes she is.
No she’s not. She’s not in here.
It took all of my strength not to crumble right there but I knew we had to find her immediately and get her to the emergency vet. A large-scale search commenced, friends and strangers joined the effort. 5 hours passed and day became night. I was in anguish. The mind can go into dark places; I was sure she was broken to pieces, hiding in pain, waiting out the inevitable. I tortured myself with what-ifs.
After over 6 hours passed (she took flight between noon and 2:00pm) a neighbor and I prepared to drive to an area that hadn’t been canvassed. Before we got in her car, I called for Frosty once more.
She came trotting up to me, apparently unscathed. No scratches, bruising, limping, swelling, whining… nothing. I was so tired and overwrought I thought it was a mirage. But it was real. It was her.
She seemed fine. Since she’d had enough excitement for one day we all went to bed. First thing this morning we took her to the vet. After a thorough exam, the vet was as astonished as we were. In fact, he said this was the most amazing thing he’d seen in his 30+ year practice. He laughingly told us the dog in the next room broke his leg jumping off a couch. Our dog didn’t even have a superficial wound. Not one bump or bruise. All her bones were fine, her internal organs checked out. It’s as if the 30-foot jump/fall never happened.
What I’m thankful for today:
- Friends and family that will drop everything and circle the wagons
- Outstanding neighbors, the ones we know and the ones we didn’t know until last night
- Super supportive on-line friends, especially those that follow @sweetestdog on Twitter
- A tough dog that’s built like a tank
|The long drop|