I'm praying, but I want to tell a recent story that is maybe hope. We had a serious car accident (I'm on the local rescue). We had to cut the guy out of the truck and he went to the trauma center. He kept talking about his dog. Come to find out there was a small dog in the car that ran off into the woods after the accident. We searched for it, eventually most of the community in large teams searched for it, for nearly a week in zero/subzero weather. You could not last an hour out looking in full winter clothing. Thermal camera's you name it. I was totally devastated by the whole thing but a week later we find the little guy. Toughest dog I have met. Hope all turns out well.
“So in war, the way is to avoid what is strong, and strike at what is weak.”