My friend, you wandered into our shop very early on Friday, June 19th. I got there at 6AM and it didn’t take long for my good friend in hard metals to tell me about you. I took one look at you and immediately felt an attachment. You were quick to let me know you were hungry. I slipped out from work to get you a couple cans of dog food at the nearest convenience store. You polished it off so quickly, I knew I had read you correctly. At first break, I even took you outside to potty. You came across as an excellent dog. Everyone in that plant was just in awe of you. By the end of shift, three people planned to take you home with them; myself included. Plans were in the works for you to go to a nice 5-acre home. However, I had to leave early for a dental appointment.
When I came back to work on Monday, I found out that you were given out to some shit-head/shit-heads who I believe falsely claimed you as theirs. No proof was offered of their ownership, yet you were handed over to these fuckers. From talking to the others, I found out you made no effort at excitement, as might be the case of a fur-kid who had been separated from their daddy for any length of time. You made no indication you even knew these assholes. I believe it was out of white fear of the race card made them hand you over.
A bit of information was left on those who took you. No one present believe you belonged to them. Yet, the deed was done. Believe me; we are trying to find you. We are trying to help you. The difficulty lies with a Kansas license plate and an out-of-state telephone number. This information was handed over to Animal Control, but they have been slow to respond.
I know hindsight is perfect 20/20, BUT WHY THE FUCK COULD THEY NOT HAVE WAITED UNTIL WE FOUND OUT IF YOU HAD A MICROCHIP? That could have answered so many questions.
Today, in my thought for you, I told you to be strong. Do what you need to do to survive. If you choose this life that has been forced on you to be too much, no one would blame you. If your new life is too much, and you have a chance to run, run far, run fast (now the tears come). If we never see each other again in this life, I hope to see you again at the Rainbow Bridge.
Be well. Be safe. Stay strong.
When I came back to work on Monday, I found out that you were given out to some shit-head/shit-heads who I believe falsely claimed you as theirs. No proof was offered of their ownership, yet you were handed over to these fuckers. From talking to the others, I found out you made no effort at excitement, as might be the case of a fur-kid who had been separated from their daddy for any length of time. You made no indication you even knew these assholes. I believe it was out of white fear of the race card made them hand you over.
A bit of information was left on those who took you. No one present believe you belonged to them. Yet, the deed was done. Believe me; we are trying to find you. We are trying to help you. The difficulty lies with a Kansas license plate and an out-of-state telephone number. This information was handed over to Animal Control, but they have been slow to respond.
I know hindsight is perfect 20/20, BUT WHY THE FUCK COULD THEY NOT HAVE WAITED UNTIL WE FOUND OUT IF YOU HAD A MICROCHIP? That could have answered so many questions.
Today, in my thought for you, I told you to be strong. Do what you need to do to survive. If you choose this life that has been forced on you to be too much, no one would blame you. If your new life is too much, and you have a chance to run, run far, run fast (now the tears come). If we never see each other again in this life, I hope to see you again at the Rainbow Bridge.
Be well. Be safe. Stay strong.
Aug 23, 2015, An Update
Here is the information we've had on the possible monster who stole you.
Here is the information we've had on the possible monster who stole you.
MAThe name he gave us was Tony Coleman, but it seems that may have been bogus. We don't know that for sure, yet. With this being the only lead, I may have to go with the comments of one of the boys with him, "He's a sergeant". So, I need to check the Air Base here in Wichita. I can get an online program that will aid me in the search.
Believe me, Buddy, I've gone thru the stages of grief over losing you:
*Denial
*Anger
*Bargaining
*Depression
*Acceptance
I MAY have accepted your fate, but it's not over yet.
Believe me, Buddy, I've gone thru the stages of grief over losing you:
*Denial
*Anger
*Bargaining
*Depression
*Acceptance
I MAY have accepted your fate, but it's not over yet.
12/31/2015
Time has dragged on. I have purchased a search program called SPOKEO. It's been totally useless. If I EVER come across anything, I KNOW I can ask for a welfare check no matter where you are. This bastard has had sufficient time to take care of you. I can ask they check for vaccination or veterinarian records. It's not over yet, Buddy.
3/27
SPOKEO has not afforded me any kind of useful leads. Every profile I want to explore, SPOKEO wants more money. This program expires at the end of the month. I'm not made of money, Buddy...I'm sorry.
It's been 9 months since that bastard stole you. NO ONE has had any luck trying to find you or him. It may be time to surrender to Fate.
Why did you run in the first place? Was it an opportunity of adventure? Was it a flight from abuse\? PLEASE, meet me at the Rainbow Bridge to tell me.
If you actually came into a half-way decent life, I hope it's good and long.
If you came into an abusive life, I pray it was short.
Tears still flow, even now.
Time has dragged on. I have purchased a search program called SPOKEO. It's been totally useless. If I EVER come across anything, I KNOW I can ask for a welfare check no matter where you are. This bastard has had sufficient time to take care of you. I can ask they check for vaccination or veterinarian records. It's not over yet, Buddy.
3/27
SPOKEO has not afforded me any kind of useful leads. Every profile I want to explore, SPOKEO wants more money. This program expires at the end of the month. I'm not made of money, Buddy...I'm sorry.
It's been 9 months since that bastard stole you. NO ONE has had any luck trying to find you or him. It may be time to surrender to Fate.
Why did you run in the first place? Was it an opportunity of adventure? Was it a flight from abuse\? PLEASE, meet me at the Rainbow Bridge to tell me.
If you actually came into a half-way decent life, I hope it's good and long.
If you came into an abusive life, I pray it was short.
Tears still flow, even now.
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