The Life and Times of Edgar the Doxie

Three weeks and ...

I'm still looking for my Edgar. It's hard to believe that it's been 3 weeks since my baby boy was taken from me and this week was the first time I honestly thought that I might not ever see him again; It's a sickening feeling. But I'm not giving up.

My friend said that Edgar has been my "constant companion for four years" and when I thought about it, it couldn't be more true. If I went outside to take out the trash, he would be right next to me. If I went for a drive, he would be at the car door waiting to jump up into "his" seat. At night, he burrowed under the covers and always slept snuggled up next to me. I miss that the most.

But there has been no sign of him. I got a few calls/emails about a long haired doxie at the local humane society, but it wasn't him. I'd rather have leads that don't go anywhere, than nothing at all though. It shows that there are people out there keeping an eye peeled for him and I am eternally grateful for that.

I'm putting up more flyers.. hanging them near some local schools and churches. I'm hoping that there will be more foot traffic to stop and look at the signs and hopefully his little face will look familiar to someone. Hopefully someone will ask their neighbor, loved one where they got that new dog from and hopefully they will see that Edgar has a home and a mommy that loves him very much. Hopefully they will do the right thing and bring him back to where he belongs.