“She’s gone!” I sobbed, as I stared at the open gate in my backyard. Mentally reviewing my steps that morning, I tried to think back to the gate. Had I looked to see if it was shut properly? I was in a rush that morning as I let Sophie, my auburn-haired puggle, into the backyard for some exercise. Now looking around at Far Hills Avenue, the only busy street in my neighborhood, which happened to sit adjacent to my house, I could only fear the worst.