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A Rescue Dog Came Home with Us — The Next Night, My 8-Year-Old Son Disappeared

What started as a simple trip to adopt a family dog turned into panic, secrets, and hard truths. That night left me questioning everything I thought I knew about trust and family.

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It all started with a dog. My son, Andy, had been begging for one for months. Every day, same request: “Dad, can we please, please get a dog?” He was relentless, and I was getting close to caving in. But he also had to convince Kelly, my wife.

Finally, after a lot of talking, my wife agreed. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “Fine, but only if it’s small and presentable. We’re not getting some big, sloppy mutt.”

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Our son, though? He wanted a friend.

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The shelter was noisy, full of barking and howling. My son’s eyes lit up as we walked down the rows of kennels. He bounced from one to the next, barely even looking at the little fluffy dogs we were supposed to be considering.

Then, he stopped in his tracks. In front of us was a kennel with the scruffiest dog I’d ever seen.

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I squatted down next to Andy. “She’s not exactly what your mom wanted, buddy.”

“She needs us,” he insisted, looking up at me with that stubborn glint he got from his mother. “Just look at her. She’s… sad. We could make her happy.”

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“All right,” I said, ruffling his hair. “Let’s bring her home.”

The second we walked in, my wife’s face dropped.

“She’s, uh… a little scruffier than I pictured,” she added, eyes moving from the dog to me. I could tell she was holding back a lot more than that.

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She forced a small smile but didn’t look convinced. “Well, I hope she doesn’t ruin the carpets.”

I brushed off her worry, hoping she’d warm up. Andy had practically glued himself to Daisy since we’d walked in, and it didn’t take long before he was fully invested in showing her every corner of the house.

That evening, as we were getting ready for bed, Daisy wouldn’t settle down. She kept pacing around, letting out these soft whines that grew louder every few minutes.

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“She’s probably just nervous being in a new place,” I said, watching Daisy’s restless figure in the dim light of the hallway. “Maybe she needs some attention, just until she calms down.”

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My wife hesitated, and I was surprised when she swung her legs over the bed and stood up. “Fine. I’ll go give her a treat or something,” she muttered, a hint of reluctance in her voice as she left the room.

A few minutes passed before she came back, smoothing her hands on her pajama pants. “Just needed a treat.” She climbed into bed, turning over without another word. And sure enough, the whining stopped.

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I woke up around 3 a.m. with a strange quiet filling the house. Something felt off. I got up, padding down the hall to check on our son. His door was open, and as I stepped inside, my heart stopped.

His bed was empty. The covers were on the floor, all tangled up, and the window was cracked open just enough to let in the cool night air.

A cold panic started creeping in.