a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Farewell, Mikey/Yoda/Dexter


You are not my dog.  The owner called and said you've got my dog.  I had to give him up and I am crying.
I may have one more Yoda post but know it was posted when I thought he was mine...forever.

He did not come to his master, nor did he want to leave, but I have no claims and must give him gracefully and hope he fares better than he has in the past.

9 comments:

Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

Oh! That's not a good sign he didn't go to his owner. I'll try not to worry.

Sunny said...

I'm so sorry, it would be heartbreaking for me too. I hope he will be treated well.
Sunny

Queen-Size funny bone said...

At least he knew love for a time and I hope he will be taken care of. You are a good person and he is a better dog for knowing you.

Journaling Woman said...

OH NO! Maybe he will run away again. Were you sure he belonged to that person?

Sorry. I know that hurts.

Mildred said...

I'm real sorry. What heartache for you.

The Green Stone Woman said...

That doesn't sound right. I hope this was checked carefully. How did they make sure that he was the owner of that dog? Sorry to add to your misery. It's darn rotten, Gail.

ellen abbott said...

Well, that's a shame.

Pat said...

You just have to pray that things work out. I hope he will be happy with his owner again

Rudee said...

How did I miss all of these posts about this dog? I'm sorry, Gail. You've got such a great big heart and he seemed adorable. I hope the owner was truly his.

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