I remember years ago, when my boy (may he rest in peace) got out of our backyard. My dad and I kept making the rounds, trying to find him. We went to the parks we normally took him, called around all the kennels, etc, to find him. Nothing, no sign of him. After a week and a half, my dad sat me down and told me we had to realize he was not coming back. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day, I woke up and went downstairs. My dog was sleeping on his doggie bed. He had returned in the middle of the night. It was a running joke for years any time we saw a dog out and about that looked similar to my dog, we assumed it was one of his many kids that he fathered on his week and a half extravaganza away from home.
Anyways, I am glad someone was nice and responsible enough to bring him to the hospital for you.
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-Elle-
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