He’d gone missing approximately 4.7 days ago. On that first sunset, I had stood on my back porch, framed by the doorway, calling his name until I thought I’d lose my voice. “Lucky! C’mon, boy!” No answer.

My coworkers tried to console me, saying that he’d find his way back home. But I had to sit at my cubicle for my eight-hour allotment and stare at the sixteen pictures of Lucky on my desk. In the one I’m most partial to, he’s wearing the Christmas sweater I knitted for him, his tongue is wagging, and he just has this look…

I went down to the shelter 2.1 days ago. No luck. Just rows and rows of expectant little faces. I came close to taking home a cute, brown female. But she just couldn’t replace Lucky.

Yesterday, after polishing my outer layer and making sure my circuits were in working order, I went around the chronopolis, posting pictures:

Lost!
Answers to the name of Lucky
White American, blond hair, 30 years old
1400 crystal reward
Any info, Mental Mail me, X44 -JM2

I hope he comes home.