If we were having coffee today I’d tell you about the lost dog. It belongs to my son’s family, slipped out a week ago when a gate was apparently left ajar.
Sadly, Bert is a bit long in the tooth, an older dog with a variety of mild illnesses. Partially blind, not too worldly. Poof. Gone.
We’ve joined the search, but I’ve been here before and it is harder than trying to find the proverbial needle in a haystack. We’ve all done all the usual things. It is just amazing how completely they can disappear in such a short period of time. I half-expect them to show up on the island of odd socks or the valley of the missing coat-hangers. They disappear that completely.
They live three towns west of us, and the shelter for that county/town is on the eastern side of town; it is actually closer to us than it is to them. So, we’ve been going to the shelter. There are no happy dogs or cats at the shelter. Excited, yes. Running the gauntlet in the hall of the German Shepherds is evidence of that. There was no Bert, either.
When we first arrived, there was a woman there with a quiet dog sitting patiently by her side. I thought she was perhaps in the midst of adopting. Quite the opposite.
As we returned we witnessed her handing over the leash and walking out the door. The dog moved to follow her, was stopped by the leash, looked back and then forward at the closing door, a look of total confusion on her face. Then we could see a distinct look of realization and resignation flash over her face. Welcome to the shelter, right?
We just lost a dog last July, by natural causes. We have ten cats. We are overrun. But we were sorely tempted by this dog, Daisy.
We followed up on Daisy’s status. She was almost immediately adopted. We’re both happy for her, but we’re also just a little sad. We got totally involved and invested in that few seconds. But we’re both hopeful that she found her forever home.
Bert’s still missing. We’re checking the shelter online now. They update their webpage hourly, which we know for sure now.
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Thomas, so sorry to hear about poor Bert. I really hope he turns up and is okay.
My childhood dog, a collie called Lassie, vanished when I was in high school and simply disappeared. Years later, a friend of Mum’s told her that a friend of hers had found one. They’re not a common dog here so we’re pretty sure it was him. The mum of this family had breast cancer and they were thrilled to find the dog, but clearly didn’t think about the fact he already had a home. My brother is still pretty rattled about that but what can you do so long after the event? I wish I could know for sure though and see a photo. I loved him dearly and he was so there for me.
I wasn’t very impressed with Lassie that he didn’t come home.
xx Rowena
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Maybe “he” didn’t like his name? Bad joke … serious subject. My son was miffed once that his wife bought a pink collar for their female dog. I was like, “what’s wrong with that. She’s a girl!” We have a house full of rescue cats. Some were offspring of a local feral cat but we really wish the strays could tell their stories.
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Yes, I’m like you. There’s always a story. I picked up three apirs of nearly new luxury shoes at the op shop recently, and I wonder where they came from too. They worth about $1000 new each so it was quite a haul and not the sort of shoe owned by your average Josephine.
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Poor Daisy – I’m glad she was adopted so quick! I hope Bert is found soon.
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Hope you find him soon.
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Oh no.. So sorry to hear about your lost furbaby.. Praying he finds his way home soon..
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