Where oh where has my little dog gone?

Last night the temperature was dropping fast. I pulled in the garage on a mission. Let's get in the house and settled in to watch the approaching storm. Crazy, I know.

Today, my husband came in and said, "Have you seen Daisy?"

Me: "Now that you mention it, I haven't."

Him: "Did you see her last night?"

Me: "I don't think so....",

Him: "I can't find her."

I had just assumed that she was in her doghouse all settled down in her comfy bed of hay. She hates the cold weather. She was hit by a car 7 years ago and was lucky to have survived. She broke her hip and hates the cold weather and since then she would burrow down in her warm little house. But she wasn't there. In fact, she was nowhere to be found.

And she still hasn't been found. And something deep in my gut says she won't be. I am hoping she is at our neighbors, who is my uncle, tucked away in his barn. But we called and he hasn't seen her. And I don't think any of us will, ever again.