Day 10

I had a dream last night that Riki came home. I was so happy; I could have danced naked in the streets. Then I woke up and remembered that he is not home. He is not lying in bed with me right now. He is missing. Day 10. It is seeming less and less likely that he is with someone who intends on giving him back. People keep asking me, “what is he dead?”. Now, what kind of a question is that, what if he is dead? I sit here and I can feel Riki. I can try to clear my head and just be. I do not feel like my Ricochet is dead. Riki and I have such a strong connection. If he was dead, I would know. In my heart, I know that he is not. I would know. I held him when he was a day old; he was deaf and blind. I held him. I was holding him when he opened his eyes. Riki is the miracle puppy that at 10 weeks old slid down the ice into a stream in 18-degree weather when we were fixing fences in the horse field. I jumped in and he swam to me and we got out of the stream together. They said he was too small, it was too cold, he was in shock, he wouldn’t survive, but he did. Ricochet is a survivor and I will not give up on him. Not today, not any day.

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