Swing your partner

Monday John was admitted into the hospital.
Drew was due to work at 2.
Kyle gets out of school at 2:30.
The plan was for Drew to check Kyle out of school early, go to work and have me meet him in the parking lot, I pick Kyle up and take him home, then when Drew got off work, go back to the hospital and stay overnight
The plan worked beautifully..without a hitch........UNTIL
Except John half crazed with pain and lack of sleep called me...."Please, please come back up here. I'm still hurting and they are not listening to me." Panic had set in and reason left the room.
So we broke all the rules and Kyle got to stay in the room with John long enough for him to calm down. Kyle was great, he loved playing with the bed and the remote control to the television.
John was given IV fluids and antibiotics and seemed to be doing better.
The plan then was revised again.
We'll go home, get dinners and baths, etc... I will meet Drew at work at 11, swap him out and be up there 45 minutes sooner.
We got home, dinners, baths, packed a bag for John and myself and settled down to wait the 3 hours for Drew to get off work.
Then John called again.... "I'm hurting, my chest is hurting, my stomach is hurting, i'm still nauseated and (something i've never heard) i'm scared."
The plans are revised AGAIN.
My neighbor agreed to watch Kyle and I dash off to the hospital.
John calms down, the anti nausea medicine and antibiotics kick in about 3 am and he finally relaxes enough to get some much needed rest.
Sometime between me carrying him next door and getting the bag in the car, Lola aka Big Head Fred, slipped out the door.
I didn't notice.
Drew came home from work and didn't notice.
By the next afternoon when I got back home, she was no where to be found. We have searched, called, printed flyers and posted notices. She's not in any ditch near the house (a sad but real danger) so we can only hope that she is somewhere safe in someone else's house.
Every time I open the door, I secretly hope she will be there.