My dad left the gate to the backyard open yesterday when DH and I were out (we rent their basement suite). Their dog, Barney, got out but thankfully Elvis was with my dad the whole time. Dad closed the gate and realized he hadn't seen Barney in a while. Barney had gotten out and had been out for a half hour. He stayed close to the house in the front yard thankfully for them.
Last time Elvis got out of the house without us watching him closely, he booked it out into the street and almost got hit by a car. I can't stop thinking about the gate. I'm debating locking it closed on my dad while we're gone for 2 days. I'm really freaking out. I would just... well, I don't know what I'd do if Elvis got killed by a car or lost.
I wish I knew what he would do. I wish he could understand me. These emotions are really getting the better of me. I want to stop worrying but Elvis is my baby and one of the most important things in my life.