I'll never forget the time my dog escaped my yard during a thunderstorm...on a weekend I was out of town.
Turns out, she was "on the road" for the whole time, when some local university students found her. I rescued her at the pound the morning I got back.
Crying like a little girl? Indeed! This time, in gratitude!
I'm still trying to find an old ladies poodle who ran off when a burglar left her back door open two days ago. It's sort of a side project now but anything is possible I guess. I felt really bad for her since it was her only companion. The loss from the house didn't even matter to her