Yes, my dog Pixie was stolen on September 17, 2007 for 4 days. I figured the best way to tell the story from start to finish was to break it into sections. I decided to tie a life lesson that I learned to each section.
1.Treat every day like it’s everyone’s last because YOU will be the one who regrets it if you don’t.
2. Tragedy doesn't consult your schedule before it strikes, nor do grief and shock.
“We don’t know. We can't find her but we are still looking."
My knees gave out as my body collapsed to the ground. Then I let out a blood curdling scream as I yelled "NOOOO". It's the kind you hear in movies when someone finds a dead body.
I ran inside and began crawling around on all fours looking under everything in the house and calling Pixie's name. She couldn't have went out the sliding door when it was left open because she doesn't like walking on the deck. She wasn't hiding still because I surely would have found her.
Like a disheveled crazy woman, I ran from yard to yard on my block searching for Pixie. If I heard a dog bark, I'd run into the person's backyard to make sure it wasn't her.
3. Actions got more done than passive thoughts or prayers.
Everyone was saying they would pray for me and keep me in their thoughts but all I wanted was to take action. I knew that it was up to me to get shit done because there was NO time to mess around. I let my grief, sadness, and fear turn into motivation and strength. At one point I adamantly said to my mom, "No, it's not supposed to be like this. She's only 2. I am supposed to have her for so many years. She's supposed to be at my wedding and be there when I get a new house. This isn't how this is supposed to go."
By Monday night, I had 200 copies of the Missing Chihuahua sign my brother and my friend had made. I spent an hour or so driving around to put up more posters. I completely changed my MySpace profile into a Find Pixie page. I posted numerous bulletins about it asking everyone to repost and by the end of the night, every bulletin in my feed was about Pixie thanks to everyone's kind efforts in sharing.
For those few days I barely ate or showered. I didn't want to miss a moment of time where I could get news about Pixie. I was tortured with "What If" scenarios in my head. What if she's hurt? What if she has a new home? What if she's dead? What if she's lost and scared? Does she remember me? I didn't want anyone to distract me because contrary to popular belief, it actually made me feel worse.
That evening, ABC27 News showed up at our house to film a segment on the break-ins. My heart hurt so bad as I watched them get footage of her empty bed and food bowl. It was very hard to speak on camera about the incident and I was very ashamed of how bad I looked but it's what had to be done in order to spread the word. The news anchor accidentally (but miraculously) gave out my cell phone number on the screen instead of the local police department's so over the next few days I received several calls which tortured me more. Below you will find a recording of the news report that first aired.
One was from a man at a pizza shop in Harrisburg that thought he saw a Chihuahua run by earlier, and he just wanted me to know incase I wanted to look in that area. It made me feel good to know that other people understood my concern for my little girl. Another was from a woman that thought her son was acting shady and maybe he had taken my dog. And another one was from an old woman that had her dog stolen from her yard years ago and she wanted to tell me she was thinking of me.
If you think they do, then good for you and I hope you never have to experience what I did in order to learn they really don't.
If you don't think this would be so tragic you are very wrong. Life in my house ceased to function properly. My parents would spot a toy of Pixie's and I'd catch them just staring at it with tears in their eyes. I wanted to save Pixie's smell forever just incase I never got the chance to experience it in person again. It was FUCKING TRAGIC.
I kept playing in my head a situation where the cops went to a hotel and found pixie and she was fine. I kept believing that’s what had happened.
Breaking news – there was a shooting at a motel in York involving a police officer. They had no more information except that there was one victim so far.
But I knew something was up. The detective had mentioned they might be at a hotel, and if there was a shooting at a hotel involving cops it would have had to have been because they went there to apprehend a suspect.
In the early hours of Friday, September 21st the house phone rang and my eyes shot open. The caller ID said Hampden Township so I knew it was the police as I picked up and shouted "YES!"
"We believe we have your dog, can you come up to the station?"
"YES I'M LEAVING NOW!"
I jumped out of bed, quick threw my contacts in, and for my parents to wake up and get in the car. Minutes later we were at the police station. THIS WAS IT!
|Pixie on the day I got her back.|
Then I heard footsteps and it is the only time I'd ever be happy to be in a police station at 4 am. I could hear Pixie's signature sniffing sounds and as the door opened, my eyes widened. The officer entered the room in a sling with Pixie in his arms. I was so happy and when he gave her to me I wanted to squeeze her till she exploded! I will never be able to explain the feelings of joy I had inside me at that moment. I can only recreate it in my head.
|Sleeping her crazy week off.|
Unfortunately this was a very serious ordeal because the people responsible for this had been stealing from A LOT of homes and it was easier to track them since there was a live object with them that could be located. We also were informed that the main suspect was deceased but they couldn't tell us more until his family was contacted.
I also don't get mad about trivial things like finding a torn up piece of paper that the dogs got into or a stain on the carpet because it was THOSE simple little things that I missed when Pixie was gone.
Since "The Worst Day of My Life" I've become the mommy to 4 Chihuahuas. Am I afraid that this will ever happen again? No, because honestly, it's a very freak thing to have happened and the odds of it happening again... well it's basically zero.
There are many times I think back at how if one little detail had went different I may not have Pixie today.
I hope you enjoyed learning about this HUGE part of my life as I truly believe it's made me into the strong, motivated, passionate person I am today.