But the minutes grew longer and longer and I realized I didn't hear Teddie and he should have been there by now. Last I had seen him was when I turned around by the creek and headed home. He was right behind me. But now he had vanished. I called and listened and called again. I headed down the hill and followed the creek all the way back in the pitch black night, calling and stopping to listen for him. I got all the way back to the place where three large trees had fallen over a couple of weeks ago, where I had last seen Teddie. But no sign of him. Concern grew to panic and fear. Thoughts raced through my mind about what had happened. Maybe he had a heart attack and was dead somewhere in the woods. Maybe coyotes got him even though I hadn't heard anything to indicate that. Still, the thoughts tumbled out, trying to figure out where the old boy could be.
On my way back, retracing the trail, my pit/rott was sitting in the middle of the trail about halfway back. And I asked her, "Where's Teddie? Help me find Teddie" and she immediately became extremely animated and ran up the trail a short ways and stopped and looked toward the creek, down the embankment. So I dropped off the trail, down the embankment, towards the creek. A little scary to leave the trail because even with a flashlight it would be very easy to get hopelessly twisted and tangled and lost in the woods. But I had to find my boy! I could not leave him out in the woods, alone, all night! Much to my relief, with his sister's help, I found him down there in the creek, hopelessly lost in the dark. I think the poor old boy, with his aging eyesight, must have had trouble finding his way in the dark and got lost from the trail. I clipped on his leash and got him back on the trail and back home. I was so relieved to have everyone safely back home. It was close to 10 p.m. before we got back inside and I fed them their dinner.
|Teddie, asleep and safe at home.|