It is dark and wet tonight, and somewhere out there is a black dog with three legs, hungry, tired and wishing his mom would find him.
It has been six days now, six days he has wandered around in the bush, following scents that fade away or confuse him. Where did they go, his familiar pack of dogs and humans? He was only gone a moment, deafened by the sound of the river, distracted by the smell of the deer, intrigued by the movement of a squirrel. And then he realized he was alone. Where was Drew and Quinn and Vimy? What happened to Amy and Kabuki and Dolly? Most of all, where was MOM?
He was hungry. The dirt and grass did not sustain him. He needed food. His only back leg was aching from the endless hours of travel. He knew home was on the other side of that mountain, but .... that river – it was so strong, so noisy, so scary. How could he get across it? Maybe he should head back to where he lost them, back to the spot where mom had parked the car.
But it was dark now and he was tired and cold. One more sleep in the shelter of an old tree stump. One more night of loneliness. Tomorrow they would come for him. Tomorrow he would find them.
We continue to search and to hold strong to our faith in Luger's will to survive. May the Great Spirit guide us to him, or him to us, tomorrow.