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Lost and found dogs of wilson nc
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I would like to find out where this chihuahua is at. I can't even find his name on the dogs tag.
I went into my house one night and he got out. I don't know how or why, but he just left. He's been missing for about 4 months now.
He came to my house with a friend once, and I just took him home. I got a new puppy a few days later, and he didn't like her. They kept running in and out of the house, and they were getting all over the carpet and the couch. I was not home enough to even notice that he was gone, or he would have left for good. I even gave him the chance to live with my neighbor, but he would never leave the house. It just isn't fr to me, and I can't be happy with just having the dog. He was not only mine, but my friend's too. If he wants to live with another owner, that's his business. I know my rights as an owner.
The problem is, I don't know what happened to him. I don't even know if he lives anymore. I hope so. If he's alive, someone will find him.
The reason I think he's still alive is because if he had truly left, he would have taken my friend with him. She loved him so much. He never even turned his head away from her. The neighbor couldn't get any of us to stay with him because he would turn his head away from us, just like he didn't like the new puppy. When she was trying to get us to come with her, he would start wagging his tl like we had all brought him home. He would even sit at her feet, wting for us to come.
My friend never got any of it, and it still broke my heart. She's still searching for him. I don't want to think of it, but I do. I think of him going hungry. He always had his favorite toys. I can't imagine him going hungry. He would have to go on a diet if that's what he did. He used to be a skinny old chihuahua, but now he's like a big fat dog. I think he's the victim of his own good genes.
It's just something I have to deal with. If I knew he was dead, I would just feel better. I'd know he's been taken care of for eternity. It might not change how I feel about him being gone, but I'll feel better knowing it's true.
The best case is that he's still alive. I really don't want to think of that either, but what choice do I have? I'm his only living friend.
When I was a little girl, my favorite place to sit was on the big oak tree in the backyard. I would play in the leaves there and imagine that I was an acorn and the leaves were my home. I'm too young to have had any pets at home, but I would have wanted one just like him. Now I'll never get the chance.
It is so sad that we don't know how to make things better. I'm really not sure that we do. Maybe we should just get used to it. It's hard enough being here without having to deal with it all the time.
Life's an illusion. I don't mean that as some kind of spiritual, enlightened statement. It's true, in a way. Reality is a construct. Our brns are just computers.
If someone were looking at the outside world through our eyes, they would see it as we do. We can't know what's really out there, because we have no access to the outside. There is only what we experience as reality. We might go crazy trying to figure out what is real, what is an illusion, and what we are really doing at all.
The only thing we can really be sure of is that nothing is ever the way it seems. We can't be sure that there are people behind us, because we don't have eyes in the back of our heads. We can't be sure that we exist, or that there is a universe out there that exists in some other dimension. It may be a mathematical construct, or it may just be a model that our minds have made up. Our thoughts make up the universe we live in. Reality is whatever we say it is.
What that means is that life is an illusion, because it is made up of our experiences, our memories, and our thoughts. We don't exist, or if we do, we're just cells, or atoms, floating in the void. We're not anything special, and it's all just a construct.
But we don't know that. We don't have proof of that, because there is no access to what is really outside of ourselves. We can't look through our eyes to experience reality, so we can't know. Maybe everything is real. We just haven't experienced it yet. Maybe nothing is real.
I have a hard time dealing with all of this, because I don't want to believe that the only reality is what is inside of my head. I can't stand that reality is made up of my thoughts. My life is a collection of memories. My memories are the only reality that I can see and touch. And that reality is more than I would like to admit.
What we believe is the truth and how we accept that reality is a product of the things we choose to believe in and the experience we desire to make true. We all like our reality to be a certn way, and we each create it differently. Some people create a reality based on facts, others on religion, others on how they want to live. People do this all the time.
If I choose to believe that our reality is an illusion and that we don't really exist, I can say that this reality I have right now is actually real, but I could be making that up. A part of me wishes that it were real, because if I created a reality where I am dead, there would be no one around to tell me what happened to me after I die. That sounds kind of peaceful, right? If I am dead, I am dead, I don't exist, so I have no more problems and I am not alone. Unfortunately, I will never know what happened after I die because the reality I was living in after I die is my imagination. The reality I was living in is a construct. I was living in my imagination. How could I be sure that I would truly have no regrets about a reality I had created? If I truly had no regrets about what I believe to be a reality, it would be easy for me to make that reality.
It's the same with all of us. Some of us create a reality that is based on religion. Others live their lives with the help of the religion of their choices. Some are inspired by their lives and want to create a reality that has meaning. Others have no meaning in their lives, so they invent their own. We live in our own created reality. No one knows any different.
This brings me to my biggest fear of all. My biggest fear is