Wow, I know exactly how you felt. Something similar happened with our toy poodle not long before he passed away. It was late at night. Right before I put the kids to bed, I let him out to potty. I had to get something out of my Tahoe too. After I did that, I started calling him (we're out in the country too) and he wouldn't come. Being that he was as old as he was, I was thinking he just didn't hear us. We got on the Gator and drove and drove and called and called. We could hear the coyotes off in the distance and I was really starting to panic. Finally, one of the girls came out because she had gotten scared listening to us and wanted to see what was going on. We were making another round on the Gator when we got a flashlight signal from the house. Turns out my daughter decided to look in the Tahoe and there the little rat was. He had jumped in without me noticing earlier and I had closed the door. That entire time we were frantically searching for him, he was sitting in the Tahoe. And never even barked! Really scared us bad but it turned out okay. Glad it turned out good for you too!
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