
27/09/2025
Three years ago, while I was catching up with a friend from elementary school, I got a call that shook me to my core. It was my wife, her voice trembling: “Burrito is missing.”
I dropped everything and rushed straight to the native forest at the Botanical Gardens to look for him. As the sun went down and darkness wrapped around us, we searched with nothing but hope and a flashlight. Our friends and family joined us that night and the nights after, combing through the forest, calling out his name.
Days turned into nights, and nights into days. We barely slept. We pitched a tent at the park, ready to run the moment someone reported a sighting. Each time the phone rang, my heart raced with hope, only to break again when we came up empty. I was shattered. I couldn’t stop thinking: What if Burrito is looking for us too? What if he’s cold, hungry, and scared?
Word spread on social media, and something beautiful happened. Our community came together for us. Strangers became friends. People brought food and coffee to our tent, helped print flyers, and shared our posts. We must have looked desperate, but I didn’t care. Asking for help didn’t feel like weakness, it felt like love.
On the 11th day, 26 September, 2022, in God’s perfect timing, we found him. Grace and I were overwhelmed with gratitude.
To everyone who stood by us during that painful journey, who searched with us, who encouraged us, who prayed for us, thank you. You carried us when we felt too tired to keep going. Burrito’s homecoming was not just a win for us, it was a celebration of what community can do when it comes together.🫶🏽