I know the title doesn’t sound like much, but it’s all I could think of. I’m sorry if this doesn’t satisfy your needs when it comes to stories, but I needed to write this down. Yesterday I lost my best friend of 5 years. I know he didn’t run away. all my doors where locked and he’s missing his right front leg. I went to the store. I don’t usually take my dog, so I left him. I came back and he was gone. Like he had just -P**F- vanished. I don’t know what happened. The only thing that showed any sort of evidence as to where he was, was a note that read “Fetch” on it.