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so i don't know if i ever did mention it, but just over 3 years ago (while i was still in 8th grade) my dog cooper was "dog-napped" and everytime we put up signs someone took them down within 24 hours...after around 6 months of wandering around our property (we lived on the beach near woods, he roamed freely and we often explored together) i had finally forced myself to come to terms with his death (we didn't know what happened to him, i searched the area like hell) (I also partly accused my father of covering up his death saying that he ran away)well about mid October i was told he was not only alive but living with a woman in tacoma (the neighboring city to where i live now) my father told me he heard cause the vet called when they found his micro chip (the miracle of technology...what a kick in the teeth) ya, i was glad he was alive, but racked with guilt for calling my father a lier and sadness cause the whole time i thought he was dead he was not only alive, but with another family....my pop repeatedly told me there was nothing we could do to get him back and i pretty much broke down right there....that dog made me what i am today, i know it sounds odd, but its true...best friend i ever had...3 weeks ago my pop told me the lady couldnt take care of him anymore, the first thing i thought was "my god...their ganna kill 'im" he told me that he agreed to take the dog back from the old lady and i became ecstatics! last night we went and met her, she handed over Cooper and i was at a loss for words...she told us over the past three years he's become edgy around other dogs when it was feeding time...headlights freak him out, she thinks he may have been hit by a car...he's got 2 bbs in his side so someone shot him, and he's had a seizer the cause of which was unsure... so we got him home, got the dogs, noel and cooper, used to each other, and the house has calmed down, im just happy to have him back, he's just as affectionate as he used to be, hell, he's even laying on the couch passed out next to me right now...he really is a good dog...

Wonderful Eureka. That does not happen very often. Did she say how she came to have the dog? My guess is your dog was a good companion for the old lady.

We had several dogs growing up. The last one was dog nabbed as our neighbors seen it happen but could not get the license plate as it was too far away. That was a major downside to having a friendly dog. The neighbor said they did not even need to try and get our dog into their car, they pulled up and opened their door and it just went in and they were gone.

actually she was only in her mid 20s and she was moving to an appartment...but she told us she got him from a fedex guy who worked around where we lived, and my pop thinks he was the dog napper...

Dear Eureka: Glad you got your canine companion back.
I've never been a parent and I'm now 56, so parenthood (of human beings) is rather unlikely.
But there have been two dogs in my life that I will never forget. (I am crying as I write this).
"Lady" was a black "lab" and lived to be around 11. I still remember the last time I was with her and that she died about a week later. That last time was really special.
"Sandy" was a golden retriever who lived to be 15! He was not well during his last four or five years but I honestly believe he made a strong effort to stay around as long as possible. I remember the day I got the call that he was going to be put "to sleep."
My mother had to take him to the vet (I was not living with my parents at that point, this was in 1994) and I do not know if I could have gone on that errand. My father did not...
Although I'm sorry I did not see "Sandy" on those last days, maybe I should feel that there was a sort of extended "goodbye" that lasted five years.
I hope you have many more years of friendship with your dogs.
Great story for the holiday season!
(I took a break from listening to CD's to do a little web surfing. I have to send in my ballot for a critics' poll by midnight tonight. In case you didn't know, I am a music journalist specializing in folk and "world" music. Anyhow, after reading your post I had to respond).
Best wishes to you and your canine companions for the holiday season and new year!!
Peace-- Kendra Lynn ("hippie cheerleader").

That's nice, Eureka.

There's just something about having a dog as a companion, and then losing it.

Our dog currently has pancreatic cancer and isn't long for this world. Our vet thought is was a liver problem. She seemed to do better for a little while on meds, then relapsed. So he sent us to a specialist Tuesday.

She used to teach in PA, so knows her stuff, apparently. She talked of exploratory surgery, but when that was done with the last dog, they realized there was nothing they could do, so put him down. So I chose not to have them do that to this dog.

She then tried to talk me into putting her down, but I couldn't do it. Since she's not in pain, just not eating much.

I left her office and stopped by McDonald's and got her a plain hamburger to see if she'd at least eat that. She loved them when just a pup. She remembered the smell and wolfed it down, and two more later on. Right now that's all she'll eat.