Still no Max

Still no sign of our little Maxster Baxster.

Gracelyn and I took fliers to Cowdrey and Walden and everywhere in between we could think of.  We searched the mountains and the fields…not sure how much we’ve walked in the last 2 days.

Yesterday seems like an eon ago.  We were decorating the Christmas tree.  The dogs were outside messing around.  Then they were gone (as they usually do…go on their rounds).  Then there was just one.

Then the lights went out.

Even though the sun was shining yesterday…the world went dark.

Today was not much better…save for a slim glimmer of hope this morning.  I have been in touch with an animal communicator, who works on helping locate lost animals too.  We’ve been corresponding most of the day.  She’s getting images from Max…but they’re jumbled and odd and inconsistent.  That gave us the thread of hope we needed.  We set out again…Gracelyn and I.  Greg joined us just before dark and we spent another two hours walking, calling, searching. 

Our slim thread of hope is frayed.  Our home is sad tonight.  This is the second night out in the cold for little Max…with coyotes howling and the winds picking up.  No snow…now I’m grateful for that.  But bitter cold. 

If he is alive, and alone, our prayers are he will tap into the love waiting for him here, feeling the cords we’re trying to weave to bring him back to us.  If he has been picked up, our prayers are that someone will take him to be scanned, and the information from the microchip will bring him back to us.  If he has been picked up by someone who thinks they’ve found a valuable hunting dog and have no intention of giving him up, then our prayers are that he is treated well and hopefully loved like he was here.  And finally, if our little Max is no longer walking the earth, our prayers are that his beautiful, loving spirit crosses over and meets our other animal companion spirits, joyfully celebrating in their love.  Perhaps if so, then we can communicate with him in that form.  It has been done for our Timmy…by Sue, and we are sure she can do so with Max.

For now, we are praying for a miracle, and trying not to think of the worst.

The power of prayer is magnificent my friends.  If you have it in your heart, please pray for our little Max tonight.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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1 Response to Still no Max

  1. My heart hurts for you guys. *sigh* Praying definitely does help – and talking to the Grandma’s! We just had a lovely mortgage miracle this morning and I’ve been praying my guts out over it. (the evil foreclosure word was looming…) All is well for now, though. Whew. I love the way you think, your beliefs and your philosophy about life. I feel so much the same way. And I’m over here praying my guts out for you and Gracelyn and Maxey Maxey. Love you!

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