Sadly, we had to get rid of her. My cousin seemed like the best candidate because he owned a house by the lake with vast pieces of land that should be heaven for an energetic dog to romp in. I can still remember her sad, multicolored face staring at me forlornly as she disappeared around the corner. The anguish in her eyes will be with me forever. Since her new owner was my cousin, I saw her once or twice before she vanished.
Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.
Until my dying day I shall always expect to see her splotchy face come trotting up my drive. I believe that, to this very day, she is still trying to find her way back to her true home. Because I have no proof she died, I continue to have faith.