Chapter 24: The Facebook Post That Made Me Sob and Sob

Another Day, Another Search

It was now Tuesday; all the days were still rolling into one. Thank goodness for our clever mobile phones as I so reliant on mine, as soon as I woke up, I would check what day it was. This is slightly untrue as the first thing that I always did and still do now is put the kettle on. Then I check.

So, it was repeated, repeat. Input my orders, feed the dogs, pack the orders, meet TNT and then get back out there searching. I decided not to ask for help today and just get out there alone. Car after car, I stopped in the tracks, yet every car I stopped they pointed to a poster in the back of their car. It was like, wow, everyone knows. This just made me cry. I had turned into a weak blubbering mess. One couple on this particular day got out of their car and just hugged me; they hugged me so tight. Oh, and it was raining tee hee.

As I headed home, I tried to whistle, and nothing came out; I just had no puff inside me. I tried and tried, yet nothing. I think I had a mini panic attack as the thought of not being able to whistle, and that is all George really comes to, sent my heart racing, and I literally broke and had to sit in a ditch for a while. Then don’t ask me why or actually how, yet I got up and started jogging. I wanted to be at home, then my jog turned into an actual run, I never made it into a sprint, but I was home. It felt so good to be home. Shit, I was cold, I was soaked, I stripped off and walked into the bathroom, and there was a full bath of cold water.

As I pulled the plug, I can’t explain how I needed the water to drain away. I am ashamed to say that I actually spoke to the water, “Please hurry up.” I did debate as to whether I should put on my wet clothes that were on the floor, then reality hit in, I won’t be able to. So, I patiently waited totally starkers and rather hairy. Then the last gurgle hit, so it was plug in and taps on. Yes, I burnt my feet then my bum.

Exhaustion and a Call from a Friend

Now out of the bath, looking like a cooked lobster, I put my clean pajamas on. Oh, I felt so clean; it was such a nice feeling. Dogs now need feeding, and so do I. I fed the dogs, and then I opened the fridge. I had 4 eggs and some ham, so omelette it was.

Then my phone rang it was my friend Maria. Maria is my accountant, yet friend, a very best friend. “Christine, my dad was on his way home, and he saw a Chihuahua in the track,” she said. Basically, he had seen a Chihuahua in the track where the lady had dropped the pendant so not too far from me and all via track. Maria also has a little Chihuahua, so her father obviously knows what the breed is.

This was 10pm; thank goodness I went for an omelette for dinner and not grapes. “Thank you,” I said. Then I put on the find George WhatsApp page, and off I went. When I say it is close to me via track, it is, yet in the dark and up and down the hills, it was a little scary, especially when there was a car following me.

I eventually got to the area, and I pulled over. I put my hazards on, and the car behind me also stopped. UUUFFF, it was only bloody Gordon tee hee. “You frightened the shit out of me, you idiot,” I bellowed. “I saw your post and knew you would head there, so I thought you could do with some help,” he said. Gordon had given me the strength, and my whistle returned. I whistled like my life depended on it. Yet nothing. Gordon hugged me, and we parted.

Writing for George

So, I was home again, and the only thing to do was to write another post for Facebook as I was so awake now. This was it, as I wrote what I thought George would write. Yes, sounds daft, yet dogs do have thoughts, yet they can’t speak, so I spoke for him that night.

: MISSING / PERDIDO
Villa Franco Coín (Málaga)
JUST INCASE

I was born 10 years ago, and nobody wanted me because I was a large Chihuahua, but with social media, my new mummy found me. My new mummy had a tear in her eye as she saw me being used as a toy aeroplane by my master at the time. She quickly put me in her arms and carried me away to my new forever home.

I was a bit smelly at the time, but my new mummy didn’t care, I also had a very bad tummy, and mummy spent weeks trying to work out why. It was chicken. Mummy discovered that even posh dog food contains traces of chicken even when it says “Lamb only” on the bag. “SO PLEASE DON’T FEED ME CHICKEN.”

Mummy took me to work every day, and after work, she would say, come on baby, let’s go for a drag, you see I didn’t like going for a walk, and mummy spent day after day trying to get me to walk. I am so pleased that mummy did, as now when mummy says the word “Walkies” (she actually kind of sings it, and it can be rather embarrassing), I actually jump for joy and then I actually start singing in my head walkies.

George’s Story in His Own Words

I went everywhere with mummy, no one else found me cute, no one else has ever really liked me. I think that is because I don’t like humans, mummy and I don’t care as we love each other.

I never left my mummy’s side for the first 2 years of my life. I remember the first time she went away for the night, she said, “Baby, I will be back tomorrow morning.” That night I went into the kitchen, and I looked up at the moon, and for the first time in my life, I howled, and I howled, and I howled so loudly that mummy’s daughter Kerry phoned mummy. My mummy loves me so much that she came straight home. It took me 4 days to forgive her for leaving me.

So, if the person that might have taken me is reading this, please don’t tie me to a tree and use me as a guard dog, as without my special blanket and my mummy I won’t bark for you, I am no good to you as to when I see a stranger I quite literally lose control of my bowels. Please don’t use me to make puppies as I was born with a heart condition, and it’s not fair to pass it on to others.

Please let me go. Please take me back to where you found me. I don’t have many years left and my mummy will be so worried about me.

MY NAME IS GEORGE
PLEASE DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME. PLEASE KEEP LOOKING FOR ME.

Shared For Mr. George

So, post written, and again I saw the words: “Shared for Mr. George.” I let the dogs out for their last wee-wee, and the first message appeared on my phone from the lady that had taken the photo; it said: I will often call his name, so perhaps he will hear me.

She still hadn’t accepted my friend request yet; she had sent this via messenger to my phone. So great, another night of not sleeping tonight as the message was in my mind, and all I kept thinking was odd. Maybe I read too deeply into things.

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