Last night we glimpsed our future. And it was scary. We went up to bed around 10:15. Usually Rocky and Melvin are sprawled on our bed, awaiting our arrival. Since it was Sun. night, there were no sheets on the bed (they were being washed). I walked upstairs carrying the sheets and went into the bedroom. Melvin was lounging on the oriental rug beside the bed, fast asleep. But Rocky was nowhere to be found. Ordinarily, this is not strange--he loves to burrow under blankets. Case in point:
But he was nowhere to be found. We checked the blankets and pillows on the floor beside the bed, but he was not there. I told R and together, we searched the entire house, searching everything for about 20 minutes. Rocky was nowhere. I ran to the front door to find it unlocked. Immediately, we thought he had been dognapped, but we kept looking for another five minutes, calling his name frantically and searching under everything. It was the most helpless I have ever felt. I was sure that one of our neighbors had grown tired of his incessant barking and taken him. At this point, R was also in a panic. He called 9-1-1. I started getting hysterical and walked back into the bedroom as I listened to R describe his "small brown chihuahua mix named Rocky" and no, "he had no collar on. He was in the house." Just then, R's fleece, which was propped on the unmade bed (seemingly too small to have covered the entire dog) started to move. I ran to it and pulled it down a little. Underneath, a sleepy little dog looked up at me--what'd I do?
I screamed to R and he told the dispatcher who also sounded very relieved that there had not been a dognapping. We were both a bit sheepish, but more relieved than anything. For a while, we just sat hugging and petting him. I cannot even share the awful images that jumped into my head. It is clear that both R and I watch entirely too much Law and Order, SVU.
I have never been so scared in my life. The frightening part is that we realized later if you take that hysteria, panic and fear and multiply it by one hundred, we still would not be able to understand what that must feel like when it is a small child. A sobering thought. It makes me happy she is safe in my belly right now. Maybe I am not as anxious to have her on the outside as I thought.