Marshy

Marshy is missing.
I was upstairs unpacking today and when I came down I noticed that the patio door was open. I've been searching for him since 2pm and I'm besides myself. I'm am such a fucking idiot. It's my eighth day here and I've lost my beloved dog.

To make matters a million times worse, I didn't change his tags yet to reflect our new number and I very stupidly cancelled my phone service via written letter because that's how they asked me to do it, and never thought about forwarding to my new number. I'm a genuine asshole. I'm fortunate that he does have his veterinary tags on with that number.

We've been searching for hours. I've posted fliers. Baby is lonely. I'm not quite sure what to do anymore.

The sun has gone down and I'm worried about it. He doesn't see well at night. I can't believe I've let this happen. Signing off.