I'm so sorry DogMama.

We had a German Shepherd when I was growing up (he grew up with me!), and by the time I was in high school he was old and frail. His hips had started giving out on him, and we decided he was ready to go over the rainbow bridge peacefully, rather than enduring any more suffering. My mom and uncle were going to take him, but he disappeared, never to return. Wasn't on any of the humane society's "dog in the road" lists (he knew better), wasn't picked up by animal control anywhere, he was just... gone.

All I could think of was all those times we shared... I was walking to and from grade school and he would know to meet me at the fence so we could walk together. That look he gave when I tried to tell him to "go home!" instead of walking with me, the one that would convince me I was better off with him. I would come home after school (we had moved recently, so I had no friends), and we'd spend all afternoon together. I would have tea parties with my imaginary friends, and he'd always be there. Catch the frisbee, chase the ball, you name it, he'd do it. I'm still partial to German Shepherds every time I see them, they are devoted, loyal, great with kids, and all around good dogs.

May your dog and mine meet on the other side... they will make quite a pair. They will both live on in our memories forever, nothing can take that away.