Lost in Idaho!! Story

(In the words of the owner)
I was about… 10, maybe. My parents were off somewhere on a trip and I was supposed to go with my grandparents to Idaho. My dog, Annabella was (and is) the love of my life. I asked if she could go with us. My grandmother told me that I could, so I loaded up Annabella along with her things (She was WAYYYYY too spoiled; she had her own suitcase!) , and we left.
Annabella wasn’t allowed in the house, so she would have to be in the garage. Since I slept with my dog, I was heartbroken that she had to be in the garage. So I lovingly told her good night (Yeah I talk to her, that’s right), and went to bed. I’m a deep sleeper so my grandparents were up long before I was. My grandfather, not knowing Annabella was in the garage, opened the garage up and did some things there. Annabella slipped out without him noticing, and ran off to who knows where. About fifty feet from the house, there’s a pretty busy road, and she’s not exactly car savvy, so when I woke up to her gone, I was really upset and broken. I remember that I was crying so much and I called my parents in the afternoon. I’m pretty sure they were in Paris, and they woke up at 2 am and picked up the phone. I painted signs, I gave out fliers, my grandparents even offered a $500 reward. We asked the shelters if they had gotten any calls about a little black and white dog. A few days later, I was supposed to go home but I was NOT ABOUT TO LEAVE without knowing my fur baby was safe. A few days AFTER that, we finally got a call. A woman had picked up Annabella in her truck and was taking care of her. We were going to meet her (Annabella and her rescuer) at the woman’s work. I clearly remember dashing in and calling her name. Annabella ran out of an office into my arms. It was like that moment in a movie where everything goes into slow-mo and epic music plays in the background as we run. Lol. My parents were already home when we got there. Going back to the beginning of the story, if Annabella hadn’t come, we would’ve had her in our garage with some water and food. I noticed on the car ride, that Annabella had a large scab on her ear that kind of felt like a scratch from an animal. Either way, we got home, and my dad told us the story of a mink that he had, a day or two before, killed in the garage. If you don’t know what a mink is, they are very feisty, and are quite smelly. They are known around our area to kill (not eat, just kill. Don’t ask me why) chickens, and other small animals. So, if we hadn’t taken Annabella, (God bless my wonderful, beautiful grandparents) she would most certainly have been killed by a mink. O_O She’s pretty safe now. She was diagnosed with a hernia though. Her (Warning gross alert) intestines are wrapped around her heart and lungs, and she had difficulty breathing and sometimes pooping. She has an increasingly bad heart murmur, too, meaning that it will swell over the next few years. She won’t be able to breathe anymore and we will have to put her down… ;_; Or we can take our chances on an expensive procedure to gently pull her intestines back into the abdomen. With her heart and all, she might just never wake up from the anesthesia. Or she could live through it alright, and a year later, could have heart failure. So it’s damned or be damned or be damned. Good girl, Annabella.