It was Wednesday night, October 29^th 1997, around 7:10pm. A panicked hammering on our living room window jolted my senses. It was Susan. Rock had gone, off on the chase, come quickly.

I yanked out the false teeth I was messing with for my Halloween costume. Mouth gummed up with Fixodent, I grabbed a flashlight, hurried out into the night, onto the golf course. No Susan. Where was she? Where had Rock gone? I heard a faint whistle, then Susan called Rock’s name, off in the distance. I followed Susan’s voice into the night before an inner sense took over and guided me, like a compass, out across the golf course. . . .

We were going to the movies that night. Susan was out with Rock for his last pee stop before bedtime. I remember thinking we’d be late for the movie, but then, it didn’t matter. Something was pulling at me, leading me, something was wrong. Naughty boy Rock for running off. What have I told you about that? Then a realization. He’s chased a Coyote. Where did that thought come from? A greater sense of urgency rushed over me. Where was Susan? I had no sense of her whereabouts at that moment. A million thoughts rushed through my mind, the worst thoughts. God Rock, please stay away from the busy roads.