Dogs are so much more than just pets—they're man's best friend. While many people have been through the heartbreak of losing a beloved pet, what happens when dogs experience the sudden loss of their owners? How do they deal with the grief?\nWhen Emily Wellington unexpectedly passed away, her loyal dog Max kept crying for weeks. Desperate for answers about Max's strange behavior, Emily's family decided to take him to the vet. They never expected the vet to discover a secret that would unravel everything they knew about Emily and her beloved pup."],"image":{"name":"fmrgps6eyeqzr3zx.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":500,"height":495},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":396}}}},{"text":["

Emily and Terrence Wellington fell in love in the ‘70s when they were just 20 years old. It all started with a chance encounter when Terrence accidentally bumped into Emily while walking his dog in the park. All it took was one meeting, and the two were inseparable. It was as if destiny had brought them together. \nTogether for 40 beautiful years, they built a family and did everything they could to be the best parents and grandparents. Their philosophy was to lead with love, and they became one of those older couples people constantly asked for advice about relationships. Little did they know they were about to experience a sudden tragedy that would change everything."],"title":"Meet the Wellingtons","image":{"name":"x1tx0h9924rqouho.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":723},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

Terrence Wellington had always been in good shape, so when he passed from a sudden heart attack, the entire family was in shock. Though they mourned the loss of their father, they were even more concerned about the state of their mother. \nEmily had never been apart from Terrence since they were married, and they kept a close eye on her from the moment they heard the news. Just as they expected, her depression seemed to consume her, and the family took turns caring for Emily as she struggled to adapt to a life without her soulmate. For a while, it seemed as though Emily’s mood would never improve—and then, one day, something changed. "],"title":"A Funeral","image":{"name":"vcgdnox1tkcveylm.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":709},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":394}}}},{"text":["

The next time Emily’s family visited, they were surprised to hear barking from inside the house. That was definitely new. They exchanged confused glances as the barks grew louder, and then the door opened to reveal Emily, looking brighter and more cheerful than she had in months. Cautiously, the family stepped inside, trying not to trip over the energetic puppy darting around their feet. \nThe grandkids immediately rushed to pet the puppy while the adults took turns hugging Emily and asking how she was feeling. With a grin, she scooped up the puppy and said, “This is Max, the newest Wellington.” The family smiled at Emily's excitement, relieved to see her doing so well. Was this all due to a puppy?"],"title":"New Addition ","image":{"name":"zyek5vo5g4vkpieg.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Though she wasn’t immediately happy, Emily showed a remarkable recovery from the loss of her husband. Her family was relieved that she could bounce back so quickly—they weren’t sure what they would do if she’d died of heartbreak as well. \nAlthough the Wellingtons wanted to take some credit for helping their mother get through the hardest part of her loss, the only true explanation for her sudden change in mood had to be Max. At first, it seemed like a simple distraction, but the more time they watched Emily interact with the dog, and the more time they spent with the pup, the clearer it all became—Max was something special. They would soon find out just how special Max was."],"title":"Quick Recovery","image":{"name":"hdpz1tc1ihyem7tf.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":726},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

Emily and Terrence had shared a dog when they first got married and had young kids, but the Wellingtons hadn’t really experienced having a pet in their house. Max was the right amount of energetic and friendly, seeming to have a special inkling for playing and cuddling with those who needed his comfort most. \nEmily had made sure he was well-behaved and trained, even hiring a trainer to come to the house every day for the first few months to make sure the puppy knew how to behave well. Still, Emily’s kids began to wonder if she was using the dog to fill the hole of someone else in her life. They wouldn't stay quiet for long."],"title":"Everyone Loves Max","image":{"name":"dq9odplxnbtezk9j.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

Emily was only in her early 60s when Terrence passed away—she still had years of life ahead of her, and her kids wanted to see her get back out there. Gently, they encouraged her to explore new hobbies, and maybe meet some new people. But each time, she waved them off with a soft smile.\nShe was fine, she insisted. Besides, she didn’t need anyone else but Max, she would say, petting her pup with a twinkle in her eye. They tried a few more times before they agreed to give up. The family eventually stopped pushing, understanding how deeply Terrence had meant to her. Little did they know there was another reason behind her reluctance."],"title":"Living Her Life","image":{"name":"7n63sfqmanpr47fn.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":725},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

For years, things continued pretty much the same. At least once a week, some of her family would stop by, spending afternoons in her backyard, catching up and watching Max grow. The dog was nearly as big as the grandkids by now, and the routine became a source of comfort for them all. \nSlowly, the sharp pain of losing Terrence had dulled, replaced with a quiet sense of peace. But just when the Wellingtons had settled into this fragile contentment, something unexpected shattered their world once again."],"title":"Visiting Emily","image":{"name":"1kodjrif9jufkffu.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":719},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Emily’s passing came without warning. Her daughter Frankie had just taken her sons to visit Emily two days earlier, and things had seemed completely fine. So when Frankie received a call from an unfamiliar number, she thought nothing of it. \nWhen she picked up, she was surprised to hear Tony, Max’s trainer, on the other end. His voice sounded odd. “Frankie, I was coming by to take Max on a walk, and I found her lying on the kitchen floor. She seems to have had a heart attack. I’m so sorry, but Emily has passed away,” he choked out. Frankie felt the phone slip from her fingers."],"title":"Without Warning","image":{"name":"l0jco6o9mzdyky91.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

Frankie didn’t know how long she was standing there, frozen in shock. Finally, after some minutes, adrenaline began to fill her body and she jumped into action. She quickly called each of her siblings to break the news, then grabbed her keys and rushed to her mom's house.\nWhen she got there, she was immediately met with Max’s furry body, who almost knocked her over, his crying and whimpering breaking her heart. Frankie sank down to the floor, hugging Max tightly, finally allowing herself to break down in tears. How were they going to get through yet another heartbreak?"],"title":"Taking Action","image":{"name":"yo9eby7ahxzydet7.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":723},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

After days of planning the funeral and managing the endless logistics, the Wellingtons finally stood in shock before another grave, their sadness hitting them full force. Tears streamed down their faces as they mourned the sudden loss of their beloved mother and grandmother.\nThe air was thick with grief, but it was Max’s soft whimpers that tugged hardest at their hearts, echoing the pain they all felt. Finally, the full weight of the situation settled over them and the future seemed bleak. They didn’t realize the most overwhelming part was still to come."],"title":"Another Funeral","image":{"name":"ytji15jef43a1wfl.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":713},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":396}}}},{"text":["

With so much to sort through and sell, the entire Wellington family decided to stay at Emily’s house, hoping they could lean on one another while tackling the remaining logistics. It also gave them a chance to feel closer to their mother, soaking up the memories and presence of her home together.\nOf course, there was also the matter of dealing with Max, who they knew would not easily leave the only home he knew, even if his owner was no longer there. However, the Wellingtons were about to discover that there was more to Max’s grief than they expected. "],"title":"Next Steps","image":{"name":"6atf6k47s3vtzhhy.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":728},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":404}}}},{"text":["

The first few days were difficult. The family was emotionally and physically drained, their patience wearing thin as they sifted through their mother’s belongings. Each night, they collapsed into bed, the weight of their sorrow pulling them into a restless sleep. \nIt was the only time the house seemed truly quiet—mostly, anyway. But from the first evening, Frankie’s son Alexander heard something, a faint sound breaking the stillness. It was soft, almost muffled, but unmistakable. "],"title":"Weighed Down By Exhaustion","image":{"name":"5tufhes4345ugzag.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

“Mommy, Max won’t stop crying,” Alexander said to his mom, shaking her arm to wake her that first night. She mumbled to him that everything was okay, still mostly asleep herself. But then, a loud whimper sliced through the house, jolting her awake.\nShe got out of bed and followed Alexander downstairs, where they found Max lying in front of the rocking chair, crying and whimpering loudly. Frankie’s heart sank as she and Alexander knelt beside him, stroking his fur and trying to soothe him. After a while, Max seemed to tire out, his whimpers slowing to occasional sighs. Frankie exhaled in relief—but deep down, she knew this unsettling behavior was far from over. It was the kids who first noticed something strange about Max’s behavior. "],"title":"Calming Him","image":{"name":"9t0lhm2lcr0qjhab.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

While the adults were busy sorting through their mother’s possessions, the children were put in charge of caring for Max, taking him on walks, and keeping him company. But they noticed the food put into Max’s bowl at the beginning of the day was hardly touched by the time it was time for dinner. \nHe hardly drank any water, and Max moved at a snail’s pace when they went on walks, seeming uninterested in everything around him. The kids began to worry—something was definitely going on with the pup."],"title":"Concerning Behavior","image":{"name":"dcf34waagbwra6ck.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":719},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Two weeks passed, and nothing improved. Max was getting worse. His fatigue deepened and he refused to leave his spot in front of Emily’s chair. Every night, the house echoed with his whimpering and heartbreaking cries.\nHe had started losing weight, and his once playful energy was completely drained. Now, as the family worked to clear out the house, they began to worry about what to do with him. They discussed who would take Max in, but with the way things were going, they feared he might not last much longer. Unsure of how to help, they decided it was time for a trip to the vet."],"title":"No Improvement","image":{"name":"zitivfukdh2odt20.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":724},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

Having grown attached to the dog, Frankie was the one to take him. She explained the situation to him, detailing the loss of his owner and his concerning behaviors. They had thought it was the grief, she told him, but now they were nervous it was truly affecting his health. \nThe vet listened carefully, nodding as he checked Max’s vitals. “Alright, we’ll run some tests and see if anything comes up. Why don’t you wait in the lobby for now? I’ll come find you when I have more information,” he said. Frankie sat down, her heart heavy with anxiety. What was the vet about to discover?"],"title":"Explaining the Symptoms","image":{"name":"vcr00mkl9ss9xqay.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":717},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

All Frankie could do was wait as the vet ran the usual tests on Max. She tried to relax, but the exhaustion and nerves were overwhelming. Every minute felt like an hour, and just when she thought she might need to start pacing to calm herself, the vet appeared in the doorway and motioned for her to follow him back into the room. \nFrankie immediately went to comfort Max, running her hand over his fur, and the vet handed her Max’s collar, which he had removed during the exam. “I think there’s something you should see,” he said, his tone unsettling."],"title":"Waiting Patiently","image":{"name":"3494rk8kaj7map72.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":717},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

“All of Max’s tests came back normal, though he’s a bit low on nutrients and hydration. But I did notice something odd about his collar,” the vet said, handing it to Frankie and pointing to the inside. “The number on the dog tag is Emily’s—I matched it to our records in the system. But there’s another number printed inside the collar,” he continued.\nFrankie stared at the unfamiliar number, her mind racing. It seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Why would there be a hidden number printed on the collar? Hoping it might offer some answers, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number.",""],"title":"On the Collar","image":{"name":"is8k8nwbsunj0g6k.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":717},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

The number rang several times before a voice finally answered. “Hello?” the voice said. “Hi, this is Frankie Wellington. I’m calling because I found your number printed on the inside of my mom’s dog’s collar. Who is this?” she began.\nThere was a pause. “Oh hi, Frankie. It’s Tony Dopper. So you must’ve found the letters as well then,” he replied. Frankie’s heart skipped a beat, and she stood there, stunned. Why would Max’s trainer’s number be on his collar? And what letters was Tony referring to?"],"title":"Familiar Voice","image":{"name":"32vxftcbduw1t1ni.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":718},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

“Tony, what are you talking about?” Frankie asked. But Tony refused to tell her over the phone. “I don’t want you to find out like this. Go home, read the letters, and when you’re ready, give me a call back on this number. Oh, and while you’re at it, give Max a kiss for me,” he said.\nThe line went dead before Frankie could fully respond. She stood there trying to piece together what had just happened when a message came through on her phone from Tony, detailing where the chest was and the key that opened it. Shaken out of her shock, Frankie thanked the vet, gathered Max, and hurried back to her mom’s house, calling her siblings along the way. Something strange was unfolding, but Frankie wasn’t quite sure what just yet. "],"title":"Rushing Home","image":{"name":"fd4qn5jgx103y3x2.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":725},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

Frankie and her siblings met in the living room, and Frankie explained to them everything she had learned, while the kids showered Max with hugs. But what did Tony have to do with anything, the siblings wondered aloud—they only knew him to be Max’s trainer from years ago.\nShrugging, Frankie approached the one cabinet they hadn’t yet cleared out. She unlocked it and discovered a chest with a lock. She found the key—exactly where Tony had told her it would be—and opened the chest. The siblings peered inside, their gasps filling the room as they took in the contents."],"title":"The Chest","image":{"name":"eq2g16sqbh279oh3.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":710},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":394}}}},{"text":["

Inside the chest was a stack of letters and notes. The siblings exchanged a glance before Frankie carefully pulled out the first one and began reading. At first, the notes were professional—simple updates from a dog trainer to his client. \"Max did great today!\" and \"Max learned to sit!\" they read. But soon, the tone shifted. \nThe letters became more personal. \"Max missed you more than usual today (and so did I)\" and \"We’re waiting for you to come home and play with us :).” One letter even thanked Emily for the hidden gesture of love—putting Tony’s number on Max’s collar. As they read on, the Wellingtons realized they were watching a secret love story unfold before their eyes."],"title":"The Letters","image":{"name":"9j7b2q3k3tg57j5a.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":719},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

As they read more and more, they began to realize that Tony had been in Emily’s life a lot longer than just those early months of training Max. In fact, based on the letters, he and Emily had had a secret romantic relationship for the last 10 years.\nThe letters detailed Tony’s deep feelings for Emily and his pleas for her to tell her family. Despite his persistence, Emily never seemed ready to reveal their love, and eventually, Tony’s requests became overwhelming. But the last letter in the chest was the most surprising of all. "],"title":"Hidden Love","image":{"name":"u3s3dq004jatt5eh.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

“My dear Emily. I beg you to reconsider your decision and take me back. My heart aches to be close to you and feel your embrace. I’ll find it within me to be okay with you not telling your family (though I’m still convinced they would be happy for us),” the letter read.\nIt went on to detail how Tony needed Emily, and how their love was too strong to be separated. Then came the final line. “And of course, I miss Max. I know he misses his dad too. I’ll be patiently waiting for your response. Yours Truly, Tony,” it concluded. Frankie swallowed hard, and she looked up at her siblings, unsure how to process this new revelation. "],"title":"Heartbreaking Plea","image":{"name":"2r7pofaligrd7wac.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

The Wellington siblings sat in stunned silence, fully absorbing what they had just read. Suddenly, everything started to click into place—why their mother had seemed so much happier after getting Max, and why her mood had lifted over the last 10 years. She had found love again, but for reasons unknown, had kept it hidden from them.\nNow, it made perfect sense why Max had been in such low spirits. Over the course of just a few weeks, he had lost not just his owner, but both of his parents. There was only one thing left to do. It was time to call Tony back. "],"title":"Sitting in Shock","image":{"name":"guwldeclqk4whr3h.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":731},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":406}}}},{"text":["

After Frankie called Tony, he agreed to come over and explain everything in person. A few hours later, he sat down in front of the family, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips as he struggled to find the right words. Max, who had been restless and heartbroken for weeks, lay peacefully in Tony’s lap, quiet for the first time in what felt like forever.\nTony took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts, and then began. “I didn’t expect to be part of your mom’s life for this long. But things just… happened,” he said. With that, he launched into the story."],"title":"Coming Over","image":{"name":"lgkr2ynci4f86srm.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":728},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":405}}}},{"text":["

Tony explained everything, from the first month of training Max to the moment he realized he had feelings for Emily, and how their relationship quietly blossomed over 10 years. The Wellington family laughed with him, shed a few tears, and found comfort in hearing about their mother from someone who had loved her just as deeply. \nHe told them he knew how important Terrance was to Emily, but he had always hoped she would share their love with her family. Ultimately, he didn’t fault her for not revealing the truth—he only wished he could’ve been with her in her final weeks. It was a sense of closure they hadn’t expected. As Tony stood to leave, Frankie stopped him."],"title":"Understanding the Context","image":{"name":"df96np9zsgjncb3c.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":726},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

Frankie walked over to Tony, wrapping him in a warm hug. “Thank you for sharing your story with us,” she said softly. “We hope this isn’t the last time we see you. After all, you’re family now. And we’d still love to see Max every now and again,” she continued. With a smile, she handed Max’s leash to Tony.\nTony’s eyes filled with tears as he returned the hug. “It’s a plan,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. He called for Max, who eagerly trotted over, tail wagging. Tony clipped the leash onto Max’s collar, and with one last grateful glance at the family, the two quietly left together."],"title":"He’s Yours","image":{"name":"eb60rt89d0jy3swf.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":720},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

In the midst of the Wellingtons’ grief, they discovered that their mother’s life was richer and more complex than they had known, with Max’s sadness mirroring their own heartache. Thanks to the veterinarian’s careful attention and Tony’s willingness to share his story, the family found a new path to healing and understanding. \nAs they continue to navigate the difficulty of losing Emily, we wish the Wellingtons strength and hope that their bond with Tony brings them comfort and a newfound sense of connection."],"title":"Looking to the Future","image":{"name":"3rv0240c9tpjujkq.jpg","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":722},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}}]}; window.__cf = (window.__cf || {}); window.__cf.nextArticleData = {"meta":{"id":"cms-10969","title":"6-Year-Old Girl Goes Missing, Mystery is Solved After Dog Barks at the Living Room Wall","code":"bwall","category":"Story","subCategory":"Community,Fiction","lang":"en","version":"shz","fullCode":"bwallenshz","lastTimePublished":"2024-05-22_14-09","createdAt":"2024-03-24T11:21:48.961Z","date":"2024-05-22","author":"Gabby A","nextArticle":{"id":"cms-7595"},"originalSite":"ourfunnylittlesite.com"},"blocks":[{"text":["

The world can be a truly terrifying place. While we try our best to keep our families safe, there are just some things we cannot protect them from.\nWhen six-year-old Lily Getty went missing from her home, her entire family was in complete shock. Even though they did everything they could to find their precious daughter, things were looking grim. It wasn’t until the trusty family dog started barking at the living room wall, that they got a much-needed lead in her mysterious disappearance. Little did the family know that things were about to take a dark turn."],"image":{"name":"1gzy5r2w68lnwhg7.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":686},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":397}}}},{"text":["

Natalie and Keith Getty grew up in the wealthy neighborhoods of suburban New York. Their families were good friends, and though the two grew up playing together as young children, their relationship blossomed into something deeper as they became adults. \nTheir families were overjoyed by the development of their feelings for one another, and Natalie and Keith went on to get married. Before they knew it, their family had grown quickly from two to five, plus Max the lab. While they found their apartment in New York City to be exciting and fun, they began to yearn for a place bigger and brighter for all of their kids to run around."],"title":"Meet the Gettys","image":{"name":"ya5ire7mewv48hws.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":707,"height":706},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

When a tragedy struck Natalie’s family, and her grandfather passed away at the age of 93, she was left his house—and his nearby cabin—in the inheritance. Her grandfather had always expected her to deal with the selling and remodeling of it, but Keith thought it was the perfect opportunity for his family. \nIt had everything they wanted! All it took was a little bit of convincing Natalie and soon, the whole apartment had been packed up and put onto a moving truck. They had no idea that this move was about to change everything."],"title":"Looking for Something New","image":{"name":"0zgro48fvv0h7s76.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Pavel Danilyuk/Pexels","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":481},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

The house wasn’t too far from the city, but it was nice and secluded, surrounded by big trees and a big backyard, and a five-minute drive from any of their neighbors. As they pulled into the driveway, Natalie and Keith wore proud smiles on their faces at the sight of the huge, old house, but the kids had very different reactions.\nJackson, the oldest, shivered, saying it gave him the heebie-jeebies, while Grant said it could be the setting of a horror film. Lily, the youngest at just six years old, gripped her mom’s pant leg and hid behind her. “Let’s go inside kids, we can explore together,” Natalie encouraged them. If only they knew how much truth was behind the kids’ words."],"title":"Ominous Sight ","image":{"name":"i3mczxfowfb9qsm2.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":686,"height":687},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

They opened the door to a beautiful hallway with deep mahogany floors and natural light. Immediately, the two older boys went off to explore the house together, the dog bounding behind them, while Keith grabbed Lily’s hand and began to look through the rooms. \nThere was a study, a dining room, a living room, and a big kitchen—and that was just on the first floor. Each of the bedrooms was upstairs and they seemed to be on complete opposite sides of the house from one another. Natalie and Keith exchanged nervous glances. They were going to have to try their best to make this a home, and for the most part, they succeeded—until winter came. "],"title":"Big Undertaking","image":{"name":"sh13j7d25o9i5mcb.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":697,"height":696},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

After a few months, the Gettys had finally started to get used to their new home. They cleaned every room up and made them feel warm and inviting, and they got to enjoy the wide-open backyard—something they’d never had before in the city. \nBut as winter approached, they once again faced the challenge of feeling comfortable. The house itself stayed warm, but it felt spooky as each night came a bit earlier and seemed a bit darker. The Gettys turned to lit fireplaces, cozy movies, and hot cocoa to pass the time, and that was enough—for now. "],"title":"Approaching Winter","image":{"name":"b2xuwvhpa0pbcrcx.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Hayden Scott on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":480},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":267}}}},{"text":["

One night, Lily interrupted the movie they were all watching to point out the snow outside. Without warning, it had started coming down thickly, covering the ground. Not even five minutes later, the power in the entire house went out. \nWhile Keith went to go power up the generator, Natalie took this as a sign to put the kids to bed. As she kissed Lily’s forehead, her youngest pouted, saying she was scared. “There’s nothing to worry about darling. Sleep, and I’ll see you in the morning,” Natalie said sweetly. Then Natalie went to bed, dreaming about Max barking and hectic blizzards. But when she woke up, everything had changed—she just didn't know it yet. "],"title":"Power Outage","image":{"name":"urbkkbuqymqb0b2u.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":692},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

That morning, the Getty parents got a call from the kids’ schools, telling them school was canceled for a snow day. They began to prepare breakfast, calling up to their kids to join them in the kitchen. \nSoon, Grant and Jackson sat in front of them, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, but Lily wasn’t with them. Thinking she was still sleeping, Natalie served her sons, and they sat down to eat. But after 20 minutes, Natalie was starting to get concerned. She sent Grant to go and grab his sister, and he bounded out of the room. But when he came back a few minutes later, his face pale, he had news that would completely upend the Gettys’ lives. "],"title":"Breakfast Time","image":{"name":"roeo4zb4dclfgf52.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Image by iakovenko123/Depositphotos ","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":561},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":311}}}},{"text":["

“Um, Mom, Lily isn’t in her room,” Grant said nervously. Natalie laughed, used to the kids’ pranks by now. “And where is she then?” she asked. But the look on Grant’s face told her that he wasn’t in on the joke. \nThey all got up and started to yell Lily’s name, thinking that this was the least fun game of hide and seek they’d ever played. Even Max joined in the search, but as they kept looking without any results, the family became more and more frantic. Where had their little girl gone?"],"title":"Hide and Seek","image":{"name":"6g2bayjk6wmjfzqo.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":687,"height":693},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":403}}}},{"text":["

As Natalie and the boys continued to call Lily’s name throughout the house, Keith grabbed the phone, calling their closest neighbor, Meredith, whom they had gotten to know over the last few months. “Meredith, hi. Any chance Lily is over at your house?” Keith asked, trying to keep the panic in his voice to a minimum. \n“Honey, in this snow? There's no way she would've left your house in this storm. She wouldn’t have made it five feet,” she said. Keith wiped at the sweat forming on his forehead. “Is everything alright? Should we be concerned?” she went on. “We’re not sure yet. I’ll let you know,” Keith said and hung up, a bad feeling settling in his stomach. "],"title":"Calling the Neighbors","image":{"name":"ti8w3j2lu7pk3d8n.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":695},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

Keith rejoined his family, who were still searching every room, some of them twice now. They looked in cupboards and closets, in the rage, and even in the cars. They kept hoping Lily's usual giggles would give away her location, but they heard nothing. \nEven Max was frazzled, whining and sniffing around, clearly aware that something bad was going on. Then, suddenly, Natalie called out Keith’s name. “Honey, check the cameras!” she said, and Keith soon was running the study. "],"title":"Searching the House","image":{"name":"6dhrgp4acyh35tlr.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":582,"height":631},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":434}}}},{"text":["

Bless my wife, Keith thought to himself. Natalie always knew what to do, and checking the cameras was the perfect next step. After all, in such a big house with such valuable items, they needed to keep an eye on what was going on throughout the property.\nKeith’s foot tapped in anticipation as he waited for the computer to turn on and for the application to open on the screen. When his wife peeked her head into the study to see what he’d found, all she saw was her husband’s head in his hands. “Honey, what did you find?” she asked."],"title":"Checking the Footage","image":{"name":"rrp3qqr2rrl179z9.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by freestocks on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":487},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":270}}}},{"text":["

Natalie walked over to the computer to get a look at what the cameras showed, but all she saw were black squares on the screen. None of the cameras had picked anything up. “But how can that be? They just stopped working?” she asked her husband. \n“Don’t you see? They’ve been wiped. Not only is there no evidence from last night, there’s no footage saved at all. Natalie, this isn’t a joke anymore. Someone did this on purpose,” Keith said, his hands gripping onto his wife’s arms for moral support. She pulled him to her as tears sprung to her eyes. Where was their daughter, and who had taken her?"],"title":"Black Screens","image":{"name":"g3sr3iqzb2rmmfmh.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":690,"height":688},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

The family gathered in the dining room, trying to put together what they knew. There was no sign of Lily anywhere in the house. The camera footage had been wiped, and she wasn’t at the neighbors. \nGrant and Jackson reported that any signs of tracks or car tires outside had been covered by the storm that still raged on outside. Whoever had done this had been a meticulous planner, down to the weather they needed to do this. They all looked at each other, trying to figure out what was next, and without warning, Natalie burst into tears. "],"title":"No Trace","image":{"name":"zfqhll3xe8sih6ty.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":686},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":397}}}},{"text":["

Though Keith went to hold his wife, his son beat him to it. “Mom, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to find her, but you need to be strong,” Jackson told her. The maturity of their son seemed to shock some sense into her. \n“We need to start calling more of the neighbors, see if any of them saw any cars last night. And let's call our family. Maybe they know something we haven’t thought about. Dad, you go call the police. We need to figure this out,” Jackson went on. The family picked themselves up, desperate to find their beloved Lily. Soon, their house turned into the scene of a crime."],"title":"Pull it Together","image":{"name":"orsf8tt7gmot5p23.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":692},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Their house was swarming with police officers and detectives, trying to piece together what they could with the very little evidence they had. They had one person trying to recover the lost footage from the cameras, while another was interviewing each of the family members.
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“Keith, I’m going to be honest with you, We’re going to do everything we can to figure out where your daughter is, but I want you to know the reality of the situation. We’re dealing with little evidence and cases like this only become less likely to be solved as time passes,” the detective told Keith.\nKeith’s heart sank. He didn't want to believe it and he wanted to give his family something to hold on to. But soon, he couldn't stop his family’s hopes from dwindling, especially as the hours turned to days, and there was no progress. Then, a few days later, the detectives sat the family down, with new information."],"title":"Hours Turned Into Days","image":{"name":"756yqqgmfn9ae3yo.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":690},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

“Ok, folks, we’ve thought through the little evidence we have and tried to come up with a rough profile. We believe we’re looking for someone who knew both your family and the house itself, which would explain how they knew to turn off the cameras,” the detective explained.\n“Well, we already asked the neighbors and our family members, but no one seemed to know anything,” Natalie explained to them. The detective nodded and asked them for a list of those people so they could double-check. It would take a while, they explained and told the family as kindly as possible not to get their hopes up."],"title":"No New Information","image":{"name":"xcg5feypja4qomm2.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":687,"height":691},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

Just as the detective said, there were no more updates for a few weeks. The Gettys didn’t know what to do with themselves. They put up flyers around their neighborhood, searching frantically every day, with their neighbors’ help. Soon, the family had lost all hope. \nThey were in shambles, with Natalie and Keith doing everything they could to hold it together as much as they could for their sons. But even the boys could tell their parents were falling apart at the seams. After all, their baby sister still hadn’t shown up. Was she okay? Was she alive? They shuddered to think of the answer to the endless questions on their minds. Then one night, they noticed something weird. "],"title":"Feeling Desperate","image":{"name":"81ili0emjeew061d.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":691,"height":688},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":398}}}},{"text":["

Max’s loud barking boomed through the house, making Natalie jump slightly as it disrupted the silence at the dinner table. At first, no one did anything to stop Max, thinking he’d quiet down on his own. But he kept barking, without stopping. \nKeith yelled his name, hoping to call him over, but Max wasn’t listening. Sighing, Keith got up to go and check on their lab, not noticing the rest of his family get up with him, much more interested in what the dog was barking at than the food they weren’t touching on their plates. But when they got into the living room, they couldn't believe what they saw."],"title":"Loud Barking ","image":{"name":"1wq4dzjvctzerdsb.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":692},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

Max was standing right in front of one of the living room walls, barking directly at it. “What’s wrong, boy?” Natalie asked, trying to pet him, but he pulled away from her touch. Keith looked at him puzzled. “Why is he barking at the wall?” he asked, staring at the wall as if he could see what was on the other side. \nBut as Max’s barks continued, the Gettys were at a loss. Was this odd behavior some unexplainable thing that dogs did or was it something they should be paying attention to? Keith called the detective and asked his opinion—and his answer shocked them all. "],"title":"Excessive Noise","image":{"name":"irmsc2dd2yd8bzhf.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":707,"height":690},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":390}}}},{"text":["

It only took the detective an hour to get to their house, and he had brought a contractor with him. Upon entering, he told the family that he learned long ago to trust the family dog, who always seemed to know something no one else did. \nThey looked at the wall he was still barking at. Though nothing looked out of the ordinary on this blank wall, the contractor knocked around in multiple places to see if he could notice something in the structure of the house. As he felt around, something odd must’ve stood out to him, since he looked at the detective, and grabbed some tools. The family held their breath as he got to work. "],"title":"Trust the Pup","image":{"name":"wusqw7mwbt795v5n.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only: Photo by Samuele Errico Piccarini on Unsplash","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":720,"height":540},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":300}}}},{"text":["

In an attempt to keep the damage as small as possible, the contractor began to hammer away slowly, in very specific places where it had sounded hollow. Though Natalie winced as he chipped away at the old house’s wall, soon it was clear that there was a good reason for it. \nAs more and more of the wall came off, a space behind it was exposed, revealing concrete, and what looked like a small door. Keith pet his pup, holding onto the lab for support, as they finally revealed the whole door. The detective thanked the contractor and pulled open the door. But what was behind it?"],"title":"Breaking Down the Wall","image":{"name":"ig9iwvi2akguy3qh.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":692,"height":685},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":396}}}},{"text":["

The door itself clearly hadn't been used in decades, as it opened with a loud groaning noise. When it opened, a small room was revealed, probably only big enough for three people to comfortably stand in. There was another small door on the other side, leading somewhere, but this wasn't the most concerning part of the hidden room. \nOn the floor lay a few wrappers of candy, an empty water bottle, and Lily’s favorite toy, lying next to a dirty shoeprint, one that was big enough to be a man’s. Immediately, Natalie burst out crying as they took in the sight in front of them. But the detective smiled—finally, they had something to work with. "],"title":"Behind the Door","image":{"name":"w1g12y0ilvrdkmhx.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":688,"height":687},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":399}}}},{"text":["

The next morning, the detective came back to their house, explaining that he had brought the soil from the footprint to forensics. They told him it was soil coming from the Adirondack mountains. “Do you guys have any connection to anyone living there?” he asked them.\nKeith shook his head, but Natalie gasped. “The cabin that we inherited from my grandpa is in the Adirondacks. If you’re saying they knew this house, maybe they know about that one as well,” she said. The next thing they knew, they were driving with the detective, three other cop cars, and an ambulance to the cabin in the woods. They could only hope this was the answer they'd been searching for. "],"title":"Missed Detail","image":{"name":"kjwrxdb5r4vo6w45.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":693,"height":696},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":402}}}},{"text":["

The next 20 minutes were a blur. They pulled up to the house, where a car was parked behind. Without knocking, the police burst through the front door, and the Gettys simply stayed in the car, watching for any movement. Soon, there was commotion inside, and then, all of their prayers were answered. \nThe door opened wider and out walked one police officer holding their beautiful daughter, who was covered in dirt and squinting in the light. They opened the doors as fast as they could, but stopped in their tracks as more officers led out a man in handcuffs behind her. Natalie looked at him, dumbfounded. "],"title":"A Blur","image":{"name":"lke8eakyy0lpx7ih.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":686,"height":702},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":409}}}},{"text":["

As she stared at Louis, her grandfather’s old groundskeeper, she couldn’t believe her eyes. He had worked for her grandfather in his house for as long as she could remember, and when they inherited the house, Natalie asked about his whereabouts, but no one knew where he’d gone. \nAt the time, she felt some sadness towards him, but now, looking at the man who had taken her daughter from her, she couldn’t believe she’d felt any sadness towards this monster. They took him in a police car to the station, while the Gettys went to reunite with their daughter. It didn’t take long for them to get a confession out of Louis, especially with so much evidence piling against him."],"title":"Unexpected Face","image":{"name":"jijqndlooriqz47r.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":688,"height":688},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":400}}}},{"text":["

He told the cops that he was angry they had disposed of him so quickly after dedicating his life to Natalie’s grandfather, so he decided to take revenge. Suddenly, things became very clear. \nOf course, Louis knew how to wipe the cameras, and where secret rooms in the house were—and how to access them without breaking through a wall. He knew everything there was to know about the house—and must’ve been planning it just right to time it with a snowstorm. That night when Natalie had dreamed of Max’s barking, he actually must’ve been barking at an intruder in the house. "],"title":"Pieces Falling Into Place","image":{"name":"4f79h1csalyxqe0h.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":690,"height":691},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":401}}}},{"text":["

As the detective told Keith and Natalie all of the details, the only thing they could do was cling to each other and be grateful that their daughter was returned to them safe and sound. Though part of them would never forgive themselves for letting her out of their sight, they knew there was nothing to do. \nOnce the detective left, the whole family went into the living room and sat in a big puddle of hugs and tears, as they grasped tightly to one another and to Lily. They were going to have a lot to recover from, but for now, they just wanted to hold each other. "],"title":"The Last Details","image":{"name":"uk1epz4xxdhqsmgo.jpg","credit":"Image is for illustration purposes only","dimensions":{"desktop":{"width":643,"height":578},"mobile":{"width":400,"height":360}}}},{"text":["

Though the Gettys were hoping that their move to a new house would be a nice restart for their family, they had no idea that danger was just around the corner. Luckily, their dog Max came to the rescue and saved Lily when it seemed like all other hope was lost.\nWe’re thankful Lily was finally found and returned to her home, and that the Gettys horrible, gut-wrenching search for their daughter is over. 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