I worry about this, too, because my childhood companion dog (a mini poodle) was stolen from my family's car. It was in 1969, and the hurt has faded, but I remember how awful it was. The worst part was not knowing what happened to Cici and knowing how dependent and shy she was (she had been abused as a young puppy). I could never think about it without crying until one day several years after it happened I realized that no matter what she had passed away by then. Then I had peace because I knew that there was no way she could be unhappy any more. She was the sweetest dog I've ever met. I hope Susan will be her peer. |