Our beloved Foxi, an almost 2 year old female Jack Russell, had been missing since Wednesday morning. Her and my female rescued Akita, whom were bosom buddies, were out in the cornfields trucking around, as they do on occasion, but this time Ty (the Akita) came home and Foxi didn't. We were thinking that either something got her, coyote?, or she got hit, or someone picked her up w/ no intention to bring her home, as she had her collar on w/ county tags. I miss her so much. I never wanted a jack, I always heard how obnoxious they were, plus I've never been a "little dog person", growing up with Great Danes, but this little jack was the best dog in the world. She was the friendliest and calmest Jack you'd ever know. She had the cutest little brown eyebrows. *sigh* She was technically my 6yo son's dog, as it was a bday present for him almost 2 years ago, but she followed me around like a little shadow and would just sit and relax with me and I grew to love her I think even more than my kid did.
We checked the ditch lines on the road Wed night, but didn't see anything, and then Thursday my son and I spent half the day printing flyers and then knocking door to door up and down the roads around the farm here, but nobody had seen her. Finally a lady called me saying she had seen her in the back of her property early Wed morning, which I figured was when her and Ty had gone off trucking. But Ty had come home about 3 hours later, at least.
Friday morning I spent some time calling the local Sheriff and all the local vets offices to report her missing, drained the pool (it needed it anyway but we wanted to make sure she wasn't in there), and then I got on the 3wheeler and started off thru the corn/bean fields. Somehow I guess I was just meant to find her because on my way down to the crick, about 1.5 miles from our house (which was the general direction she had last been seen by that one neighbor), out in the bean field, along side their property line, I found her little body. The cyotes musta got her. Fortunately she was still mostly in tact, but you could tell she died fighting. She had the most horrific little snarl on her face. I hope she critically wounded what ever attacked her. I think they left her alone and didn't drag her off or do more damage because Ty kept them at bay or ran them off and then stayed with her until she finally came home by herself. I just knew something was wrong all day Wed, and Thurs because of the way Ty was acting. She kept whining and acting nervous.
I'm gonna miss that little dog sooo much. She was so a-typical of a jack. She loved cats, she was extremely calm (calmer than Ty and our other dog, a Great Dane), was awesome with my kid (who's unfortunately horrible to animals), and she didn't mind the horses. There will never be another dog like her. She's now in Heaven waiting for me, keeping my great old QH mare company.
I know it's been almost 3 days since I found her, but I can't seem to stop crying.