I didn't want a dog

I've been crying for 3 days. I read somewhere that Magory Pay Hinkley did not like to cry because it "gave her a headache". Well I've had a headache for 3 days. 5 years ago I bought this dog. He was the runt and so tiny with the longest tongue I had ever seen. Reminded me of Gene Simmons in concert every time the little thing yawned. To say he is the perfect dog is not just lip service. He trained easily and fast, learned tricks the first time and poops around the peripheri of the yard. I can not remember shoveling poop because Jake detests it as much as me. I remember holding 2 little puppies and looking into both of their faces only to discover that Jake was the geometric "Cindy Crawford" of puppies. He has the most adorable face (and I will knock down anyone who says otherwise). He fell asleep in the crook of my neck and I took him home for good. I didn't want a dog. The kids wanted a dog. Keith wanted a dog. I had 2 mini-horses, a goat and some chickens. Oh, and a rabbit. I did not want a dog. Mostly because unlike 90 % of the world I don't believe that animals are objects. Each one has it's own soul as pure as the most refined gold. Look deep into their eyes and you will see it. People say I have a way with animals. Well I do. I love them and they love me. My horses would nuzzle my ears while I fixed the fence. My goats would tug at my hair while I checked their hooves. My bunnies followed me through the kitchen and rested on my feet. Even the chickens would break into a full out run from the back acre upon seeing me on the porch. They loved me because I loved them. I didn't want a dog because I would love it too much. I love him too much........and now he is lost. Ironically the picture I posted online was taken while I sat crying over a broken heart. He sat next to me looking intently as the tears spilled onto my face. He didn't try to fix it or give me advice. He just sat with me as I cried and now I sit alone....crying. Where could my littlest guy be? Did someone find this wonderous creature and realize that he was someone's treasure then decide to keep him because his value was too great? Is he wandering around lost wondering why I haven't found him? Is he hungry? Is he cold? On and on my mind reels as I cry. Where is my Jake? Please....I need my Jake? I pray and pray and then pray again. Please bring my Jake home because.......I love him.