Losing a dog can make your stomach drop and your thoughts race. First, you check the yard. Then you walk the block. After that, you refresh local Facebook groups again and again, hoping for a sign.

It’s one of those everyone-get-in-the-car-I-don’t-care-if-you-ate-we’re-running-late types of mornings. You’re trying to find your laptop, successfully transfer coffee from the pot to the to-go mug ...