Still Waiting for My Lost Dog, 3 Years Later

Three years ago, my dog Max slipped out the back gate. I’ve replayed that day in my head a thousand times—did I close the latch? Did he chase a squirrel? Did he just decide suburbia wasn’t for him? Every time I see a golden retriever on the street, my heart skips. I know it’s not him, but for a second, hope sneaks in. People say, "He’s probably found a new family by now," like that’s supposed to make me feel better. Honestly, I just hope he’s safe and happy, wherever he is. But yeah, I still keep his old leash by the door. Just in case. If you’ve ever lost a pet, you get it—the ache never really goes away. Here’s to all the Maxes, Jessicas, and furry friends we’re still missing. You’re not forgotten. 🐾 #Pets #Cats #LostPets