Life has knocked me down a bunch of times. However, I never imagined it would hit me like this.
On July 24, 2019, my worst fear came true. I came home at 10:00pm to my Siberian husky missing on her second birthday from our fenced in yard. Now, mind you huskies are escape artists and naturally, she had escaped before. During her last adventure, she went to the neighbor’s house to play with there dog. So, I stayed calm and called for her. There was no sign, I felt my heart pounding in my chest and there was silence.
Luna has been missing since that night. Each day, I have to convince myself that we will find her. We live close to train tracks and the high way, so I hope that she is still alive. I have mixed feelings about it like is it better that she be lost in the woods or picked up by someone. I search every day online to see if she is being posted for sale. I have sent out a pet amber alert, posted in the newspaper, posted flyers, reached out to vets, businesses, animal controls, and so on. Also, my group of friends got together, we walked in our woods, near the train tracks, and the streets in our area. Still no sign of her.
Luna means the world to me. She came into my life just when I needed her the most. My mom, my dad, and my grandma passed away back to back. I allowed myself to get consumed by grief to the point where I shut everyone out and hit rock bottom. I was even hospitalized for a short amount of time. At some point, I started collecting myself and I found her.
She was posted online for sale. I saw her once and was like “wow she is pretty”. Sometime after that, the price on her dropped. I knew I had to have her. My very first time meeting her she howled at me, her original owner told me that she had never done that before. Well, she has howled at me every day since then.
My whole life, I always wanted a husky. Huskies require a lot of care, they are not just pretty dogs. The day I got her home, she slipped her collar. She bounced around my yard in delight at the freedom. I managed to get her back, but that was just a taste of what was soon to come.
Luna taught me patience, but also that her pee schedule mattered more than me sleeping in. She would stand on my chest and demand things. “No” was never an option with her. My sofa and bed became hers. Also, my victoria’s secret bra and vans during her teething faze. RIP to all my materialistic items. Also, I learned that huskies may blow their coat twice a year. However, her fur was always everywhere claiming me as her own.
I took in Luna when I was a broke college kid surviving off Ramen. However, I gave her every other extra dollar I had. I got her fixed and always kept her up to date on everything. Unfortunately, I neglected to microchip her and I feel as though that is one of my biggest mistakes. It is a horrible lesson learned that feels me with regret.
Her and my other dog, Leo, were like the dogs of the college. We would sneak them in after-hours and they would hang out with all the other misfits. I was part of a gaming club and we never seemed to want to go home. I don’t think we all had a lot of friends or much to go home to. Luna kept us company and ensure that we were never alone.
Luna has always had a way of comforting people that needed it the most. There were days that I could not function, so I would mostly stay in bed. Many people know huskies have a lot of energy to burn, however on those days Luna let me hold her like a person and cry into her fur. When my friend’s dog got hit in the road, he came over and Luna let him hold her. She has been a huge support system not only for me but for those that surrounded me. Losing her has been like losing a best friend.
I always pictured her growing old with me. I had plans for her to be in my wedding. My best friend Eric was going to pick her up and walk her down the aisle since she is too sassy to walk herself. Also, I wanted my kids to meet her. After all, she was my baby first.
Luna is two years old, spayed, red and white but can appear grey, and has blue eyes.
I called Luna...... Luna-ooooona or Luna Marie Masters. We shared ice cream, went for car rides, cuddled every day, and she would sing me her sweet husky lullabies. Please keep an eye out for her, people of the internet. I just want to bring her home. I miss her more than words will ever be able to describe.
Please email me at [email protected] and [email protected], if you find any leads.
