Well, a quick check of the utility room revealed an empty bed this morning. We’d left the back door open with her bed there then locked the door leading into the house, fully expecting her to be there this morning waiting for her breakfast but there was no sign. We’re really struggling with it, to be honest, because a little part of you can’t help but think: why does she keep running away from us? Are we not good enough as a family for her? I can’t stand to think of her lost and alone out in the dark last night, the poor thing.

The boys are both philosophical and expecting her to turn up any minute, but I’ve got a really bad feeling. I think the reality really set in when I had to phone the Gards this morning and report her missing. I also called the lovely J who was immediately galvanised into action, phoning contacts and putting the word out. I keep thinking about her little pink collar out there in the lane. Surely nobody would take her, would they?

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