I lost my twelve-year-old dog on a Wednesday of August, through our unattended gate. The next day, after our despondent searches together with friends and neighbors, i made some posters and distributed them strategically around the neighborhood. In the early morning of the 5th day, i got a text message from a "good samaritan", who lived far west from our place. He informed me that he saw a dog across the river, its features were very similar to the pictures in the poster he saw in a "puto" store he happened to drop by.
The next minute, i was driving to the area he described in the message. I had faith that what the good guy saw was my dog. I arrived at the place, my heart pounding, but before i could stop, i saw my dog at a distant river bank, desperate to cross the water.
As i approached him, i could see how stressed he was but still living up to his name "long long" (a mighty dragon in Chinese folklore). He was visibly fatigued and could not recognize me, but i could not forget a dog which i rescued as a bloody stray puppy.
I immediately lifted him up to the truck.
It was a reunion beyond words.
That was a decade ago.

(Long long peacefully passed away of old age two years later. I just found this poster in my files, and i felt it's worth sharing)
CAS 08/16/2016