Almost Lost My Dog

Almost lost my dog.

Happened just the other day.

As I was crawling under a fence she took the opportunity to run away.

I don’t know why. She didn‘t say.

Worried me something awful, enough to make me pray.

Was she hurt? Was she dead?

Was it something I said?

I hit the button on her electronic leash, hoping she would hear the beep, but if she did there was no response, all was quiet, still no Dot.

I headed uphill for a better look where the trees played out and the grass was short. I called her name to no avail, longing for a sight of her wagging tail.

My worry grew. I had bad thoughts. I...