First let me say thank you thank you thank you to everyone who was looking for Mona online. One of my many friends who were searching for Mona had re-posted my initial post (I think it was to Moore Tornado Lost Dogs...?) on several other sites. (Thank you, Daniela.) On Friday night Daniela, my brother-in-law, and a few others went out for dinner and decided to send up a sort of last prayer for Mona, that if we were going to find her, dead or alive, that it would be soon so that we could have closure. Fifteen minutes later during dinner Daniela's phone rang and the lady on the other end said that she was pretty sure that the dog she had at her house was Mona. The lady's house is within a mile from where ours once stood. Mona had wandered up their driveway that morning extremely exhausted, but not so sure of the friendly strangers that were ready to help her. Apparently she barked her "give me some space - I don't know you" bark and was reluctant to let them go near her for a few minutes, but she finally gave in. Mona spent the day with the lady's daughter who is home from college, if I understand correctly, while the lady was at work. The daughter said Mona slept all day with her in her bed while she searched the internet and actually found Mona's lost dog post and emailed me at about 4:30 Friday afternoon. Unfortunately, I had not seen the email yet by the time my friends received the phone call during dinner. At about 11:00 that night there was a knock at the door (we are staying with my sister-in-law, Nika). Ivan and I were so exhausted we were actually a little annoyed that someone would have the nerve to come to the house unannounced so late at night. Little did we know that we were about to get the biggest surprise of possibly our whole lives. Ivan made it to the door before me (I'm getting lazier these days with my growing belly) and said "Mooonnnaa!!" At first I thought it was a very cruel joke because I absolutely could not believe that we would EVER see her again. Fortunately, I was wrong.
After a long night at the 24 hour vet (we got home at 3:00 am Saturday morning), Mona checked out okay. She had a painful looking gash on her right hind leg where she was missing some fur, some other puncture looking wounds on the same foot, and she was kind of squinting her left eye which was visibly irritated. She's on 4 different meds at the moment and gets two eye drops in each eye twice a day. Her first day back with us she mostly slept all day. However, now she's getting back to her usual self, ready to play all the time.
We'll never know what she was doing those 4 days wandering the streets. And we'll never know how she and Tobi survived the largest tornado in the history of the US (so I've heard) when most of my neighbors who were home and made it out alive rode out the storm in underground shelters. Mona and Tobi were shut in what would have been the baby room. Still completely baffled how they BOTH survived. Amazing. If only dogs could talk"¦..
After day one of digging through the rubble, spirits are slightly higher as we find unexpected bits and pieces of salvageable items. Tears, however, for Mona who has still not turned up. This is hard. Thanks to all who are helping search for her!