A Rescue Dog Came Home with Us, The Next Night, My 8 Year Old Son Disappeared
What was meant to be a simple trip to adopt a family dog turned into a night of panic, secrets, and difficult truths, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about family and trust.
Last weekend, I nearly lost my son. It all started with a dog. For months, Andy had begged for one, and finally, my wife, Kelly, agreed—but only if it was small and tidy. But when we arrived at the shelter, Andy fell for a scruffy, soulful dog named Daisy. Despite Kelly’s hesitations, Andy’s bond with her was instant.
That night, Daisy couldn’t settle. Later, I woke to find Andy’s bed empty and the window open. In a panic, Kelly and I searched until our neighbor called to say she’d seen Andy near the woods, with Daisy by his side. Relieved but angry, I pulled him into my arms.
At home, I confronted Kelly. She confessed that she had let Daisy out, hoping Andy would forget about her. I was devastated. Kelly had put Andy in danger just because Daisy wasn’t what she envisioned.
But through it all, Andy’s love for Daisy showed us that family isn’t about perfection—it’s about embracing the messy, the unexpected, and forgiving each other.
