My dog, Chaz is missing. We have had him for eight years. He has been with me when Rob has been gone on deployments and TDY's. He sleeps in the boys room, which has always me sleep knowing he is with them. It is not the first time he has gotten out but this time he didn't have his collar on and he is very friendly and he'll come to any old name. It has been a running joke that you can call him anything as long as you call him. He is a very good dog and only barks when he wants back in the house or someone comes to the door. He got out on Sunday morning after we left for church. The door didn't latch all the way so out the front door he went. Rob feels terrible because he was the last person out of the house. Now it is Tuesday morning and it is starting to feel like he may not come home this time. My heart hurts at the idea. I can't stop crying. His collar is on his leash because he has a walking collar and we forgot to put it back on him after our walk Saturday night. One careless act that seems like no big deal can turn catastrophic. We got him when he was only a puppy, I picked him out of his litter when he was five days old. He laid next to me in the bed up until Damian was a year old. Then he wanted more space and wanted to be in the same room as the baby. He has been sleeping at the foot of James bed since we switched the boys to the twin beds. When ever I have been said he was always there with his head in my lap, or under my desk laying on my feet or laying under the table in between the boys hoping for a little leftover food. We got him July 2003 and Damian came August 2004, he was our practise "kid" because if we could train a dog we could have a baby. I miss him. I am worried about him. I keep praying that he will come home but what if he is the answer to someone else's prayer for a good dog.
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