Disappearing Dog
I had gotten married to Edward J. Rufus, a man who I never thought I would spend the rest of my life with. I was eight months pregnant by then.
One night, when my husband was in the showers, the doorbell rang. I answered it with a little bit of difficulty and was surprised to see a white and gray dog on my doorsteps. I was confused.
Who rang the doorbell?
I didn't question myself for too long because I had taken quite an age to actually answer the door, so it must have given the person enough time to run and get out of sight. I took pity on the poor dog left outside alone in the cold, so I let her in. I was a bit hesitant and worried at first. What if Edward didn't like dogs? However, he surprised me by greeting the dog with warm welcome. After that, she was here to stay.
We called her Woolly. I didn't really approve of the name, but my husband was so insistent, I found myself giving in One month later, I gave birth to Melanie Rufus, my beautiful baby girl. I admit that it was strange seeing her at first sight with her being so purple and small, but it was a wonderful experience when I held her.
Everything was going well. I felt as if our family was complete. There was me, my husband, our baby girl and a nice dog. A perfect picture. One evening, I was on my laptop and I stumbled across a site. The words 'Disappearing Dog' caught my attention and an image of Woolly flashed through my mind.
I read the article. Apparently, there was some link between this dog and newborn babies. Whenever the dog vanished, so did the baby. Unfortunately, this occurrence has happened to many, many people. The police are still searching for this dog And that was when I saw the picture of the infamous dog. It looked exactly like Woolly.
Just then, I heard Melanie cry and a dog growl. It felt like my heart was being punched repeatedly with a hammer. I hurried up the stairs and dashed into my child's room, only to find that there was no sign of Woolly anywhere. This brought tears to my eyes as I thought of Melanie.
Then I saw the top of Melanie's head in her cot. I never felt so relieved in my life. It felt as if a thousand bricks were lifted off me. I ran over to her cot and picked her up, hugged her tightly, and thanked the lord over and over again.
I looked at her again for the second time, and even though my eyes were blurry from the tears, I could tell that I was holding a baby doll.