Still No Samson

It has been two and half weeks and still no Samson. I have exhausted almost every resource to locate my puppy, yet it seems my quest is in vain. I pray every night that he will be sitting on my back porch when I pull in the driveway from work. Mae has been mourning for about a week now. She refuses to get off Samson's blanket when it is time to go to work. She sleeps on it all day and lays beside his toys(they are still scattered around the house where he left them....I just don't have the heart to pick them up). It is really sad, but I equate this to losing a child. I feel that if I pick up his toys, he will think I have forgotten him. Silly, I know, but Samson, Mae and I were a little family. We had routines and procedures(hello Harry Wong) and now that he is not here, it seems wrong to do those things. I just pray that where ever Samson is, he is being taken care of and loved. I know that because all dogs go to heaven, I will see him again, but it just sucks....I miss him a lot and even now as I am writing this at 10:45 at night I am crying as I think about how much I miss him. I know God has a reason, I just wish I could understand it.