well that was no fun

last night, i let dominic out for the first time since coming to MA. i figured he'd been here long enough, and could handle it, and i was tired of shooing him away from the door. so before his supper, i let him go, figuring he'd be back in a couple of hours.

to make a long story short ...

he didn't come back.

i cried.

a lot.

i imagined all sorts of things.

i assumed i'd never see him again.

i needed to cry a lot, had needed to for a long time.

he was found, wailing piteously under the deck below ours, almost 24 hours later.

i rejoiced.

i felt immensely better.

the end.