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So Friday morning, someone broke in to our house while we were at work. The neighbors called the office because they saw the door open and heard Jazz raising hell. The office called our landlord and he called Hope. Hope headed home immediately and left a message for me at work as she left. I called her as soon as I got the message. We were both home by 10:30. Apparently Jazz made too much noise for whoever it was to stay and get anything, but they left the front door open. The neighbor across the street said Jazz was just staying at the front door like he knew he wasn't supposed to get out. Then something spooked him and he ran in to the backyard. The neighbor next door said he stayed out there a while barking at the house. Then he disappeared. When I got home, Hope was running all over the trailer park yelling for him. We spent all day looking in the woods behind the park, calling him, I drove all over looking for him. Hope's mom, sister, and niece came over to help us look. We talked to everyone in the park and no one had seen him. When kids got home from school, we started telling them we would give them money if they found him. That of course got them looking. At one point they came running saying they found him in the peanut field next to us. We ran through mud, barbed wire fences, woods, sinking sand, fields, everywhere trying to find him. We ran for atleast 5 miles. We only stopped when it got dark. We kept seeing a black dog but when we'd call Jazz, he'd stop for a second, look at us, and take off. We could never get close enough to see if it was really him. But there are sooo many dogs running loose around here. We have put posters up, left our number with people all around here, put an ad in the paper.
We spent all weekend crying and depressed as hell. You don't realize how much something is a part of your life until it is gone. Jazz was just always there, cuddling and loving on us. He had to be everywhere we were. He slept with us. He had to be right up against one of us. If we moved, he'd get up and move right back up against us. He'd get between us so he could feel both of us. No matter where we took him and how excited he was to see whoever, at the end of the day, he was ready to be with me and Hope. Hope had him for 4 and a half years, since he was old enough to leave his mother. He went through Katrina with her in New Orleans, went through a bad break up with her.
He was truly our child. And God, it hurts he is gone. We are slowly coming to terms with we probably won't ever see him again. I hope some old lady has him. He loves elderly women. Maybe someone needed more than we need him. But he has health problems so he can only eat certain kinds of food or he gets really sick. I hope they figure it out...
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