Letter from the president: Lost pet panic attack
By June Hurt
Those who know me well, know that I love dogs more than most people. I really love my dogs in particular, because they love me unconditionally, occasionally bring me gifts of dead things, and never talk back or ask for money. Losing either of them for even a few minutes is unthinkable, and it hurts my heart to see all the lost dog postings that we send out every week from the CYCA.
So I’m talking to my mother one night on the phone about this GPS pet tracker that I saw on TV while watching “Hoarders,” when she asked me why I hadn’t ordered them for my dogs yet. In my best condescending, “I’m a big girl now and know everything” tone, I explained that my dogs have collars with tags with current contact info, they are both micro-chipped, and they’re old … I mean, really old. They are both going blind, and one has pretty bad arthritis and is almost completely deaf. All they do is sleep all day. They’re not going anywhere, silly mother.
Less than two hours later, Lucky Dog (the 14-year-old, arthritic, almost-blind, deaf dog) went missing after I accidentally locked her out on the front porch. For the next 20 minutes, I was a hysterical, sobbing mess, frantically yelling and searching up and down the street.
Cue the panic attack. “Why am I yelling? She can’t hear me! My precious baby has fallen into a sinkhole that she didn’t see and she can’t get out, or she was hit by a car, or kidnapped, or maybe a dingo ate my baby!” Wait a minute … never mind. She’s sniffing a bush in my neighbor’s yard less than a block away. Lesson learned. Mom is still always right. Hello, Pet Tracker people? Two please.
If you need some extra cash to buy that pet tracker, you will have your chance to sell your old stuff at the CY Yard Sale on May 12. See you all there!
. See you all there!