Piper ran away last night.
This is one of the hardest days I've gone through in a long time.
We had him outside, going to the bathroom after we got home from church. He was on his leash, and something must have spooked him. Ryan said he was just pulling and tugging so much, then his collar came off and he ran off.
We only had him for three weeks, but we put all the love we had into him, because we knew his previous owners didn't.
I can't stop crying. That may sound dumb, but he was really warming up to us and I just loved the little guy SO much.
He was just so scared all the time, and but he was getting better. Last night we could tell he was so scared. He didn't know what to do...he just kept running.
I've spent most of this morning walking around our neighborhood and the outskirts calling his name, talking to neighbors, the postman, people at parks...but there is nothing.
I'm so sad. It hurts alot.
That's all I've got for now.