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We are a family of five, with two dogs and one cat. Our “big dog,” Murphy, is part Chow and part Border Collie. Ever since he was a puppy, I’ve been his playmate, his “other dog.” He’d come to my arms and growl, playfully, waiting for me to do the same in reply. We’d wrestle, I’d rough up his ears, and he’d put his front paws on my lap and smile as if he were in the best place in the world. He’d lick my kids’ faces and frolic with them, always gentle.
On May 15, 2008, I was awakened by the barking of our smaller dog, Dude, about 3:00 AM. I realized the dogs had gotten out the front gate.
I opened the front door and Dude came running in. I went into the front yard and called for Murphy, but got no response. I fixed the gate closed, then checked the entire house. No Murphy.
I went out front one or two more times, walked a few paces up and down the street,...
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