We lost Eisley this weekend.
Dave found her. Thank God.
I can only begin to understand what parents who lose a child go through. Despair. Helplessness.
Sunday was the worst day ever, & then the best day ever. Somehow we got too far ahead of her while trail running in Sedona. I stopped to wait for her, decided I was going to pick her up & walk the rest of the way (it was hotter than we had expected), but she never came. I slowly started retracing my steps, gaining speed as I rounded each bend & met empty straight-aways, until I was sprinting my hardest in sheer panic. Once I hit the shadey spot we had last stopped together for a drink, I completely lost it. Fortunately Dave was close behind, attracted by my yelling, & now, crying. Where the fuck was she? Wandering off, especially in the middle of a run, is not in her nature. Wandering off trail is not like her either, since she prefers softer ground. Oh my god, a coyote got her; but there was no blood.
We think she must have stopped to do her business, & then got distracted sniffing around in the shade just off the trail. I must have passed her in my state of panic. Dave must have passed her too. At one point she must have headed up the trail, thinking we were ahead.
I think I can keep a cool head, unless I'm personally, emotionally attached to the situation. I was terrified & not in the least bit ready to accept I may have just lost my little girl & best bud. After spreading off trail & wading through jabbing stickers for what seemed like an hour -- even though it was likely half that -- Dave told me to start walking back to the FJ slowly, calmly, & quietly. Listen for her in the bushes, you know she's quiet*, he reminded me, as he ran ahead to see if she was waiting. (*Eisley doesn't usually bark.)
Maybe it's just his nature or maybe it's his experience as a firefighter/EMT, but Dave can handle stress. He knows how to assess situations, determine probable outcomes, accept what he can no longer control, & do what needs to be done. He does this all while staying super calm & collected. Not only was he handling the fact we couldn't find Eisley, he was also handling me. Believe me, he & I both know he would have been carrying me out of there had something happened to her.
As he ran up the trail, he suddenly noticed a couple little shadey spots. She would like this. He stopped to look around, calling out her name. As he circled a tree, he gently whispered her name. Moments later she came running down the trail, a look of confusion & worry as her eyes darted around. She caught sight of him & sprang forward to attack his hands with her tongue. "Allie, I found her!" I've never run so fast.
::sigh:: for safe puppies...& for amazing husbands who always seem to know exactly what to do. Needless to say, our family time has felt a little more intimate & special the last couple days.
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I meant to share a couple snippets of our weekend but got carried away with this story. It's nearly as draining to recap it, so why don't you just link to your favorite photos from the weekend in the comments for me? I'd love to see your happy moments.


















