I found out today that the people 'boarding' my dog, Jonah, lost him. Over a week ago. And were too afraid to get in contact with me.

So, on top of this terrible month.. My baby is gone. Jojo isn't a friendly dog. He was a bad abuse case that I spent over a year rehabilitating-- he's fear-aggressive and painfully timid with people. He's like my child. I was more worried about a home for /him/ when I got here, than myself. I even sold the other dog to pay off boarding for Jonah.

I spent from 11AM to 10PM in tears. Passed out an hour, and went back to crying.

My friends took me to some shelters to try and find him; they went in before I did(since it was their family members that lost him..)--and found a dog that looked a lot like my boy. But it wasn't my Jojo. I got my hopes up and ended up breaking down right there. What was even worse, was that this look-alike puppy threw himself into my lap and refused to leave it until I took him back to the kennel aide.

What have I done to deserve a month this horrible? What did I fucking do?