Do You Believe in Fate? Read what my weekend was like
It is somewhat long, but an incredibly interesting story of what happened to me this weekend. After what I went through this weekend, my view of fate took a 180 degree turn.
Some background information, I have two dogs, a few gates around my house that need to be closed to make sure my dogs stay in our yard.
It starts out when I arrived home from school. My bus drops me off at the end of my driveway, and as my brother and I walk up, our mom is there with our main gate open, which usually is not. I saw her up there and knew it wasn't good. She tells me Toby is gone. Toby escaped through a back gate with my other dog Casper. My neighbor picked up Casper, but Toby was no where to be found. We pretty much scoured every single road in the area, so we knew he wasn't hit. We also told everyone we saw to keep and eye out, and asked them if they seen Toby.
~The oil company came to our house while my mom was out and about. They left our back gate open. When the dogs escaped, she went to our basement to see the oil tank, and it was full. She knew the oil people came, and they fill it through the back of our house, where our back gate is. 4 years ago, the same oil company cut our Invisible Fence Wire, and tried to tie it back together, so it worked off and on.(Which we found out later). The dog named Buddy escaped and got hit by a car. So we get the invisible fence man out here and he sees that the oil company cut our wire.
~Oil people, if you are reading this, close the gates please.
~So as you see, the oil company killed one of our dogs already, so I was fuming when I found out it was their fault again.
We were planning on going to the mountains that night, so my dad, brother, and sister, and I went up with Casper, while my mom stayed at home to see if anyone would call about Toby or Toby would return home.
On Saturday, we got a call from our mom saying that Toby was dropped off at an animal shelter, and she picked him up. We were ecstatic, and the rest of our day was awesome. That night, we went to bed early because none of us slept Friday night, because we were thinking about Toby.
~Thats only the half of it. Recap: Dogs escape, 1 dog found Friday, other Found at shelter Saturday, we are in mountains with Casper, and go to sleep Saturday night.
I wake up Sunday morning at 5, to my brother turning the light on, and he walked out of the room. I thought, well this is weird, so I turned it off and rolled back over. My brother walked back in, and turned the light on. He told me Casper isn't moving. (In the mountains th dog sleeps with us in the bed.)
I look at Casper, not moving at all. Casper is deaf, so sometimes he is always sound sleeper, but always wakes up when you touch him. I look at his face, and his eyes are in the back of his head. My brother gets my dad, my dad (doctor) tries CPR. It was too late. Casper passed away. He showed no symptoms, no struggle ( my brother didn't choke him), dandy as could be the night before, it was unbelievable.
What Luck? So I am not religious what so ever, and don;t really believe in much religious stuff. But I felt that because we got Toby back, Casper had to pass away. It is so weird that the dog we thought was gone in the beginning, came back to us, while the one we had no inclination of every passing away, well, passed away.
So we thought Toby was gone, got him back, and in the mountains, the one we had, died.
Recap: Dogs escape, 1 found Friday, Other Picked up at shelter saturday, Casper up to the mountains, 2nd dog at home, Sunday morning Casper dies in his sleep.
This weekend pretty much was the most stressful, and worst of my life. I am grateful for the man who brought Toby to the shelter, but I guess because we got Toby back, God felt it was Casper's time to go. I do not know what I'd do if we lost 2 dogs in a span of 48 hours.
Thanks for reading all of this, I had to get it down. It is unbelievable.
I am thinking of posting up an instructable on how to increase your chances of finding a lost dog.