[KentTrappedInLiberalSeattle]

Everyone had already left for the Holiday, so there was no one to help me look and it was getting cold. My back was not doing well, so I grabbed my staff and started looking. Not a sign, no one had seen her. I looked until it was too dark. Then it snowed. I felt like the biggest loser on earth!

The next day, I started looking again, up and down those hills. Needless to say Thanksgiving dinner never happened for me. I delivered my pies, borrowed my son’s dog who did pick up her trail but the trail just seemed to ‘end’. We searched again until dark. And it snowed again.

God bless you forever, for doing everything in your power for your loyal, loving little friend.

You're about the furthest thing in the universe from a "loser" to me, ma'am.

[AuntB]

Here’s the rub, though. Poor little senile dog lived for one thing, to follow me up the driveway to the mailbox everyday. I have no doubt when she saw that gate open that she thought she was following me and just kept going.

I guess the guilt comes from the fact that I wasn’t real fond of the dog in the first place, she had ZERO personality, but at least I looked for her! Can’t imagine not even bothering.