It's 11 PM. I'm going to bed (my recliner) soon- this is the earliest I've gone to bed in a week. Oy! Dexter, our dog of 6 years, has disappeared. :( I sure hope he's okay and that he comes back soon, but he's been gone since sometime last night Rob thinks, so I am doubting he will return. I'm so tired and worn out that I can't even cry even though I want to.
God, please keep Dexter safe. If he can't come home, please help him to find a new home. If he's hurt, don't let him suffer.
You didn't tell me about Dexter. Did you find him? I'm so sorry!!!!
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