What Once Was Lost

At 12:08 this afternoon my phone rang.  

Someone had seen our lost dog posters, and while out walking his own dog, had a man from a neighborhood he was walking through approach him and ask if he knew anyone missing a dog.  He and his wife had a dog who had camped on their back porch for two nights.  They had left food and water out for it, but couldn't get close enough to read it's tags.

This particular neighborhood was a bit more distant than we anticipated, and, although we had searched the area several times, we had not posted flyers in the immediate vicinity.  The homes are spread out, and surrounded by large areas of open space.

"It may not be your dog,'' he said, "the guy said it was a black dog, but I have his address and you could go take a look."

It was Sadie.

We were absolutely ecstatic to find her.  We are so grateful for the prayers offered on her (and our) behalf.

We are grateful for the answer to our own prayers, even when we doubted the individual feelings of comfort and peace we had received.

We bathed her, fed her, and sent her home with her joyful owner.

Phew!  The pit in my stomach can go.

I'm not sure if we'll be asked to dog sit again, be we are so glad that this story had a happy ending.