We spoke to renowned pet psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick this morning. This British-born woman became famous for her ability to speak to animals and we met her years ago at a Houston television station where we had gone to see a taping of her program. We also used Sonya's services when we had problems with our cat AngelBoy, my blue-eyed Birman of years ago. My husband arranged the telephone-interview with Sonya today... we have tried everything else, and we thought Sonya may be able to help. Gary eMailed Sonya a photo of Savannah... Sonya knew she was lost, didn't know the circumstances, didn't know where we're living now. The half-hour phone conversation contained these insights, as 'told' from Savannah to Sonya (my comments on each will be in parentheses):
1. Savannah is further away than we thought, at least 12 miles, near a very small town that has stores with some furniture outside on the sidewalk, like an antique shop. She can hear road traffic but she's staying away from the busiest roads. (we are 12 miles from the next small town, 15 miles away from the town after that--- both of which have such little shops).
2. Sonya feels that Savannah is still dragging her leash, still has her collar, and a woman tried to grab that leash but Savannah ran away from her. (Typical reaction of Savannah to someone she's never seen before.)
3. Savannah is looking for the chicken she always gets. (I buy a cooked chicken every week at the supermarket and give Savannah the dark meat.)
4. Savannah misses her indoor cat but says the outdoor cat is rude and keeps swiping at her. (Savannah and Sweet Pea are best buddies, but outside cat Mickey slaps Savannah on her nose all the time.)
5. Savannah 'told' Sonya that she had to learn to stop being so nervous around mommy's friend C who keeps complaining about her hair and has a big bossy black dog. (This is indeed one of our friends who comes here every week, does complain about her haircuts, does have a big black dog who's bossy, and it took Savannah about three months to even go near this particular friend.)
6. Savannah says she misses the 'big blue thing' that she sleeps on. (I recently put a blue/white cover on the sofa in the TV room, where Savannah takes a lot of naps because Sweet Pea takes over her dog-bed.)
7. Savannah doesn't understand why she isn't allowed in mommy's little car anymore but she always gets to ride in daddy's gray and silver car. Savannah says that mommy used to sing to her in the little car. (Savannah has grown too large for my small two-seater car, and my husband's car is gray outside with a silver/black interior. My car has Barry Manilow CDs and I always play them and sing along with Manilow when I'm driving.)
8. Savannah misses her 'fancy dishes.' (I don't have dog bowls for Savannah's food and water... I bought pretty ceramic bowls for her at the thrift store.)
9. Savannah talked about all the wood floors in this house and how she slips and slides on them and she doesn't like that mommy is always checking her nails to make sure they're not too long, and she doesn't like how mommy keeps checking her ears either. (We do indeed have wood floors, and I'm constantly keeping check on Savannah's nails. I check Savannah's ears just about every day, in case a little sticky-burr gets caught in there during our daily walks.)
10. Sonya knew that Savannah had been an outside dog for her first five months before we adopted her. She said that when we came to get Savannah, she couldn't understand why she was being taken away but it turned out to be the best day of her life.
I don't know why I was so surprised to hear everything that Sonya told us about Savannah and her life with us. As I said, we used Sonya's services years ago and she was correct with all her 'readings' at that time. After the telephone call this morning, we drove into the next town and posted more fliers and showed Savannah's photo to people we saw along the way. I put fliers in mail boxes and my husband taped them in all the gas stations and cafes we could find. We did the same thing in the town after that, then came home, looking for Savannah all along the highway as we drove.
There are two other small towns we can try, both of which are in the opposite direction of Sonya's suggestion, but they're both worth the effort as well. The more people see Savannah's picture, the better our chances will be that someone finds her. Sonya seems to think she is still wearing her leash, so hopefully her collar and tags are still on her also. As Savannah gets more hungry, maybe she will trust someone to get close enough to her to grab that leash and read the name and number on the ID tags.
We had such hope when we went out the door this morning. However, as we drove around those two little towns and saw the enormity of the woods and the thousands of hiding places along the way, we also came to grips with the fact that searching out a dog whose main goal is to stay hidden from unknown people may just be an impossible task. But we'll keep trying. And our friends are doing so as well, and that amazes me every day, to think that of all things most precious, time spent doing something for others is the most precious gift imaginable.
We had pouring rain with thunder and lightning last night. Horrible weather for Savannah to be out in, and I'm hoping that she had been able to find some sort of shelter, some place to crawl under to keep out of the rain.
I can barely look over at the property across the road any more. Those new people have lost my respect, and even if (when) we get Savannah back, I don't know that I'll be able to forget their carelessness. Not only did their reckless behavior cause Savannah to bolt, but the husband over there drove past me without stopping when I was out on the road handing out fliers with Savannah's photo on it, and the wife told me "Well keeping looking, dear" when I told her we were still searching for Savannah. Both incidents happened on the same day (yesterday) and both were like slaps against my heart which is broken enough with all that's been going on since Wednesday.
It has been a horrible four days. I'm hoping for better. I'm hoping to find Savannah. I'm hoping that a compassionate stranger finds Savannah and calls the number on her ID tag. I'm hoping the people across the road move back to California, or wherever they came from.
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