The puppy belonged to the Wilson family, who had been enjoying breakfast on the porch just moments earlier. One minute their dog was rolling in the sun, the next, he was gone. Mrs. Wilson could barely speak. “He was right there,” she gasped. “It happened so fast.” Within minutes, the quiet cul-de-sac was filled with worried neighbors, all trying to make sense of what they had just seen.
A small search group quickly formed. Determined to bring the puppy home, they grabbed flashlights, binoculars, and their courage. Some pulled on rain boots, others called the puppy’s name as they spread out. Together, they headed toward the wooded hills behind the neighborhood, following the same path the eagle had taken. Their hearts pounded with every step, hoping against hope they weren’t too late.