"It's not her, it was some other dog," Tobiah relayed to me.
So it's pretty official... I lost my dog, because I left her with my boyfriends brother... while he was asleep in his bedroom, his friend took her out to the grass, came back and then he left her in the living room while he went to the post office. When he came back, she was gone. She'd escaped through a window.

The next day the shelter listed a 2 year old aggressive chihuahua, she was aggressive. Tobiah went to the shelter to see the dog. It was not her...

His brother's super sorry... He's sad and takes responsibility for what happened...

I'm sad too. Sad I left her behind... Sad she won't be there with me anymore. Hoping she found a good home and didn't get hurt or killed.

It just makes me regret so much that decision to leave her, when the only thing holding me back was money.

I just got a text from my roommate...

"Remember, breathe and pray and DO NOT think bad thoughts."