Got my boy back.
A couple of years ago, my mom and I lived with her abusive boyfriend (whole other story). They thankfully broke up, but he took our pitt, Ash with him when he left.
For two years, we heard nothing from him and hadn’t seen him. There was an attempt at a login on an account my mother had made for the dog, but that was about it. From then we just hoped he was okay and tried to move on.
March 31st, my mom gets a call (misses it, and instead plays the voicemail) saying that Ash is at an animal shelter just a county away. He had been either found or turned in as a stray, and since his microchip is registered to my mom, they called her instead of the ex. We just picked him up today. He was so skinny (54lbs, we believe he’s an amstaff), his ribs and spine have started to show through his skin, and he has a bump on his leg that will be checked by a vet soon.
But my boy is home with his family for Easter. He’s running around the yard and eating and drinking, he remembers all the tricks I taught him. He recognized us at the shelter and is still the loving, hardheaded, happy boy I remembered. He’s getting so much love, treats, and pets from all his family members and we’ll be reintroducing him to his brother tomorrow. Hoping all goes well with that.
If only dogs could talk, I wish I knew what had happened to him in those two years.
The first two photos are him at the shelter and immediately after we picked him up, everything else is older photos from when we had him.