This evening M&M and I were on our usual jaunt at the dog park when Monroe just disappeared. I called for him and he didn't come, which he normally does. I couldn't even hear his collar jingle. So Morrison and I walked down to the pond where I thought he might have headed and there he was, in the reeds on the far side. Without even thinking I called him (stupid, stupid me) and he took the most direct route towards me... across the pond. The problem was the ice.
While the edges are melted and the pond level has risen the ice is still in the middle of the pond, approximately 20 or 30 feet across. It has been warm and the ice is very melty and soft and Monroe swam right into it. I yelled for him to go around but a big chunk of ice had floated over and cut him off. He couldn't get up on the ice and he couldn't go any other way. There was nothng I could do but stand there, holding Morrison next to me and yell encouragement.
The ice in front of him kept on breaking as he tried to climb it and he kept on getting further and further towards the middle of the ice. Monroe was obviously getting more and more tired and he managed to take a couple of breaks as he hung on the edge. I kept calling to him and telling him what a strong boy he is. Slowly but surely he made it most of the way towards Morrison and I and then he just stopped. He looked at me and my heart stopped because it looked like he might give up and he just looked at me. I wasn't paying attention and let go of Morrison.
Morrison took off after Monroe, who only had a few more feet of ice to plow through. Morrison started swimming towards Monroe and I started freaking out even more, considering what clothes to take off before I got in there, what I would tell DH etc. Then Morrison, who doesn't swim much, got to the ice and started breaking through it to get to Monroe. Monroe started to fight again and, together, they broke through, came ashore and shook off. They just looked at me as if to say "Why are you yelling so much? Let's go home and eat.".
It's just hitting me now and I can't stop crying... I can't believe that I almost lost one or both of my sweet, big boys.
Thanks for reading this... you all may be the only ones that would understand the panic and DH is out of town.