"Titus got out of the house this morning. We've been looking for him all day, and we can't find him. We've looked everywhere. He's been loose for 12 hours."
If I ever wanted to faint, it was the moment I heard those words over the phone. It was the evening of April 1, 2011 and it was dinner time on the first full day of my trip to Arizona. I was literally dizzy, and I didn't know what to do or say.
How did he get out? He broke through a first story window of a single family home located at 51st & Hampton in the City of Milwaukee. Let's just say he didn't like to be alone, and I flashed back to the all of the times he had escaped cages (about 100 times) and houses (a few times), but he NEVER ran away or got lost before. It wasn't anyone's fault. My 8 1/2 year old Rhodesian Ridgeback was on the loose.
I thought of my friend, my buddy, and I felt so close to him. I knew everything about Titus. First of all, he loved me, following me around, and doing things with me. Second of all, he liked to RUN. Our full-time hobby was exploring the off-trail sections of the parkway, and we went everywhere. All year round, just me and Titus, roaming the backwoods together, having the time of our lives.
From that minute forward, I devoted my life to finding my lost "son". Like most pet owners, my dog is like my child -- it's the kind of love that everyone can appreciate, and it's very pure. I loved Titus, he loved me. I would have given anything or done anything to get him back.
The Titus timeline starting on April 1 is long and eventful, but the most amazing thing is the way he went 5 miles from 51st & Hampton, to my former home at 94th & Burleigh, arriving the very first night he was gone. He barked in the night, but he eventually moved on. I had moved the summer before, but what a smart dog, he went to his former home of 7+ years, but finding nothing there, he wandered down to the parkway, his "stomping ground".
It was about that time that this news story came out: