Friday, September 22, 2006
Yesterday morning when I got up, only Sam was at the bedroom door to greet me. That was strange. Occasionally it's Grady only, but never in almost 13 years has Grady missed walking me downstairs to the food dish. I called him, but he didn't appear. I looked for him yesterday, in the crawlspace, the garage, the little out of the way places he likes to go. No sign of him. I'm not sure if he snuck outside Wednesday night when I let the dogs out, or what happened to him.