Where are you?

It has been one hell of a weekend that I would never choose to repeat. My dog Rocky went missing yesterday and has not came home since 8am yesterday morning. I hate to say it but I know something bad has happened. He is too big of a wuss to stay out all night in the cold weather ( he likes his warm bed) and the fact that we have not seen him at all throws up a red flag. We went searching for him last night and this morning before church but there is no sign of him anywhere. It breaks my heart he has been my little buddy for a year and 4 months. He sure has been through a lot in his short life time. To start out when we first brought me home grandpa crushed him under the grarage door, then he was ran over by Timmy on the 4-wheeler and had to get surgery on his broken leg and was in a cast for months! Then the day before he is suppost to get his cast off the the pins removed my mom runs over the same leg with her huge truck...but luckly with that one nothing bad happened. Then last winter he was playing on the ice one the pond and fell through and thanks to grandpa he made it out alive. Then one sad day he was shot by one of the nighbors, we rushed him to the emercency dog hospital and the doctors told us that he would never be normal again and he would have a retarded leg. But not to our suprise the bullet was taken out and he pretty much was 100% better the next day! I miss him and feel almost like I have lost a member of my family. I always thought that he would grow up old with us and play with my children. But I guess life always has a way of throwing you that nasty cuve ball. I have still been holding on to hope that he will come home. I loved my Rocky!