I found your dog today. No, he has not been adopted by anyone. Most of
us who live out here own as many dogs as we want, those who do not own
dogs do so because they choose not to. I know you hoped he would find a
good home when you left him out here, but he did not. When I first saw
him he was miles from the nearest house and he was alone, thirsty, thin
and limping from a burr in his paw.
How I wish I could have been you as I stood before him. To see his tail
wag and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you
would find him, knowing you had not forgotten him.
To see the forgiveness in his eyes for the suffering and pain he had
known in his never-ending quest to find you... but I was not you. And
despite all my persuasion, his eyes see a stranger. He did not trust. He
would not come. He turned and continued his journey;
one he was sure would bring him to you.
He does not understand you are not looking for him. He only knows you
are not there, he only knows he must find you.
This is more important than food or water or the stranger who can give
him these things.
Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile;
I did not even know his name.
I drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and
returned to where we had met. I could see no sign of him, but I left my
offering under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a
You see, he is not of the desert. When you domesticated him, you
away any instinct of survival out here. His purpose demands that he
travel during the day.
He doesn't know that the sun and heat will claim his life.
He only knows that he has to find you.
I waited hoping he would return to the tree; hoping my gift would build
an element of trust so I might bring him home, remove the burr from his
paw, give him a cool place to lie and help him understand that the part of
his life with you is now over. He did not return that morning and at
dusk the water and food were still there untouched. And I worried.
You must understand that many people would not attempt to help your dog.
Some would run him off, others would call the county and the fate you
thought you saved him from would be preempted by his suffering for days
without food or water. I returned again before dark. I did not see him.
I went again early the next morning only to find the food and water
still untouched. If only you were here to call his name.
Your voice is so familiar to him.
I began pursuit in the direction he had taken yesterday, doubt
overshadowing my hope of finding him. His search for you was desperate,
it could take him many miles in 24 hours. It is hours later and a good
distance from where we first met, but I have found your dog.
His thirst has stopped, it is no longer a torment to him. His hunger has
disappeared, he no longer aches. The burrs in his paws bother him no
more. Your dog has been set free from his burdens, you see, your dog has
I kneel next to him and I curse you for not being here yesterday so I
the glow, if just for a moment, in those now vacant eyes. I pray that his
journey has taken him to that place
I think you hoped he would find.
If only you knew what he went through to reach it... and I agonize, for
I know, that were he to awaken at this moment, and (if) I were to be
you, his eyes would sparkle with recognition and his tail would wag with