11 Months

10 Months

Ten long months. We don't even know what to say anymore. We still want Izzie back as much as ever, and we are still learning to live without her.  We have figured out that the words "I would just die if my dog went missing" which come so naturally when your dog has never been missing, aren't true. We are living proof that you don't die -- you want to, for a time at least, but you keep on breathing and putting one foot in front of the other. And eventually, some foods start to taste good again, and some pursuits that used to be fun become fun again -- a little at a time. We've begun to experience that, and hopefully will continue down that path if Izzie isn't reunited with us, or takes much longer to do so. But today does mark ten months, so today may be a little harder to get through than other days.

9 Months

If it's the first of the month, there must be another anniversary of Izzie's departure, because she sure doesn't seem to be coming back.

But really, the microchip does offer hope. If the problem all along is that she was picked up by someone passing through, maybe traveling on 460 by pass, then the local efforts were never going to do much. Obviously, it wouldn't be that someone who picked her up is going to take her now to have her scanned for a chip; she's probably been to the vet, maybe several times, if she was picked up and found a new home back then. But there's always a possibility of her making another exit froma new home, and THEN being scanned for a chip. It's happened to plenty of other dogs this long and longer after a dog disappeared, so why not to Izzie?