Can't sleep. Worried about a masked heeler six miles away, locked in a cage, abandoned by her pack.

So grateful she is still with us, but worried that there are no guarantees.

Even if everything we hope for comes out okay, will she run again? Not just running like a dog, but tearing down a road at full warp speed?

Her sister is worried. Searched for her when we got home from the vet, and again when we got back from the youth group meeting. And at bedtime.

Even climbed up into her sister's "sleeping loft," the pile of unfolded laundry besides the bed, to sniff for her.

You can tell she is worried that the pack strength has gone down by two in the past two months. And more worried by the fact that we don't seem to be worried.

03:47. Still not sleepy. Off to read diaries. And thanks to those who wrote...