where has Rufus been?
That is the question we are asking this morning!
Rufus went missing yesterday lunchtime and we were distraught. He returned home in the early hours, and I can’t even begin to explain how pleased we were.
After a five-man seven-hour search combing Wimbledon Common in the dark, we all gave up and planned a dawn start to resume the hunt. But Rufie saved us all the trouble by appearing at the front door at 3am this morning – four miles and some busy roads from where he was last seen.
We were all just a little bit happy to see him, and he did one of his best-ever limp-wristed high-fives in honour of the occasion.
Rufus was very proud, but the perils of his night away don’t really bear thinking about. We know how much you need reason for optimism when a beloved animal takes off so I hope his story will serve that purpose for anyone else who ever finds themselves in our situation. They do have a miraculous way of turning up just as all hope is lost. I especially want to thank Laura, Amelia, and the entire dog-walking community of Wimbledon for their dedicated search, and everyone for their kind concern through the long afternoon and night of searching.
If you happened to see him strolling around Wimbledon yesterday, do let us know – we would love to know his journey and how he found his way home.
Always one to turn a situation to his advantage, my husband Simon said, on seeing Rufie’s reception, how Simon is now looking forward to having a big kiss and a cuddle and a lovely fresh meal put in front of him the next time he rolls home at 3am having gone missing for 13 hours without a word of explanation…