Please pray that I find my boy again

To give some background info, I live abroad in Europe for a good number of years and before immigrating I lived in my home country Sudan. My dog stayed with my family background home and we loved him and raised him since I found him as a little puppy. He apparently belonged to someone else but someone in that kids family threw the dog in front of our property and eventually we settled on co-parenting my dog together.

I decided to visit some family members and also come look for my dog this winter break. It was spontaneous and I even had to sell my last piece of valuables to pay for a flight. It's been 2 years and 2 months since he's been with family (I already lived abroad when conflict started, but my family didn't and they had to leave the country, and couldn't take him with them). We tried to find relatives to take care of him and feed him and they did for a while but eventually they had to leave the area. Last known whereabouts and time he was seen was about 7 months ago.

My family wouldn't go and search for him and my mom refused to go with the kid who we co-parent our dog with. Since I came for winter holiday, I went with him today. I went to the area he was in and I had to get permission from guards to go and search. I had to basically beg and the guard was judging me the entire time because he thought it was ridiculous that I am searching for a dog. Another guard was casually carrying an AK canvasing the area, and I was just so humiliated and sad.

Me and his other owner looked for him and searched and hell my dumb ass even rubbed my sweat and scent on a tissue, put it near a shitty unbuilt building where some stray dogs were sleeping just in case he comes back, he could maybe smell me and know I came to look for him...

I came back from the search and I could tell the kid we know who also raised him was sad. My family is being super cruel to me though and no one understands how absolutely painful this is. I've been hiding out in my house crying for hours. I could stand losing a ton of money, old clothes, devices and even our car and we almost lost our house during the war but all of that shit didn't matter to me as much as losing my family member, my baby boy. Hell even losing friends and loved ones who died during the conflict has been hard but this has me destroyed.

Idk why I'm writing this post. I guess I just feel alone as hell. No one around me is being empathetic or nice about this. I can't even explain how many times I've cried over him. I thought about him everyday since day 1. It's day 1000 today. I dream of him often. I don't get to feed him or hold him again. I will never get his hugs or see his silly jumps and his love for food again.

I will keep searching for him until I travel back, but I am losing hope in ever finding him again.