That’s what hurts me and angers me the most... the thought of Missy waiting so devotedly for her buddy who never returned! Can you imagine her head turned rigidly, expectantly, never taking her eyes off that spot where she last saw him? —and her heartbreak and fear when darkness descended those seven nights without the sound of his voice or his scent on the wind? The poor girl!
You’re absolutely right... she would, ever-faithfully, go to him, but she deserves a fine buddy with a love, character and devotion equal to her own.
My second Dobermann was like that.
He waited for his worthless “owner” to come back for months after the guy gave him to me.
He’d sit in the yard, watching the road where the guy had driven away.
Then, one day, he decided that I was the center of his universe and that was that.
We saw the guy a while after that and the dog ignored him.
[these dogs hold a grudge that’d make an Irish ashamed]