I have struggled to put this into words, Poppy is missing. She went outside on Sunday 6th, in the afternoon, and did not come back for dinner that night.
That gut wrenching, utterly sick feeling, heartache, and more.
I have called, walked, phoned everyone near and far, driven to other streets, and last week she was at a farm, and then she had been seen at another place, a good distance from here. Yesterday another lady thought she had seen her on Sunday. It is so hard not to wonder, not to worry.
I hope, I cry, I totally despair, I wonder,I try so hard not to imagine the worst, and I wait . Not knowing is the worst.We have lost Toto and Finn, but were able to say goodbye.
I cannot give up yet, but know as each day passes, the reality might need to be accepted.
Quotation of the day from Alfred Tennyson
“ If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…
I could walk through my garden forever”
Greetings from Jean