missing do;cocoa *late post

*paws

Dear everyone,

Just wanted to share with you a story about our missing dog Cocoa. This article was originally published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer last May 31.

We haven't given up on our search, and even sought help from the Spirit Questors last month. The Questors said Cocoa was still alive that time, but was sick and close to dying because he's not being cared for properly and is just locked up in a cage. They also sensed that Cocoa is somewhere in Paranaque, though they find it difficult to pinpoint where exactly. But we were impressed with their reading - details we failed to mention came up during the session.

We hope you can help us by forwarding the article below to all your contacts to raise awareness about Cocoa. We hope this reaches the woman who stole Cocoa and feels compelled to return him. We truly love Cocoa and we know nobody can love him as much as we do. He is happiest when he's with his family.

Thank you,

Trina


May 31, 2009; Philippine Daily Inquirer Lifestyle Section

http://showbizandst yle.inquirer. net/lifestyle/ lifestyle/ view/20090530- 207997/Waiting- for-Cocoa


Waiting for Cocoa
By Katrina Yap-Sotto
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 21:06:00 05/30/2009

Filed Under: Lifestyle & Leisure, Animals

MANILA, Philippines – The last time I saw our six-year-old dog Cocoa was on March 7.
My husband and I had brought our then two-month-old son to my parents' house in Parañaque for a visit. We were about to board the car when Cocoa licked my baby's toes and attempted to jump inside. Cocoa enjoyed riding vehicles. But since we were running late for our next appointment, I, amused at his effort, patted Cocoa's little head and told him, "Next time."

Now how I wish we took him home with us instead. How was I to know there would be no next time?

Two days later, Cocoa went missing. It was a Monday. I got a frantic text message from my sister early morning. She learned from our brother that Cocoa appeared to have "escaped" from our house. Assuming Cocoa was still asleep when she left for school, she did not make much of Cocoa not seeing her off.

I phoned our household help and asked that they alert the neighbors. It wasn't the first time Cocoa had wandered off. He had cruised down our street to play with his crush, a dachshund.

I was alarmed yet confident Cocoa would be returning shortly. After all, he knew his way home, was known to everyone on our street, and was wearing a dog tag bearing his name, our address and phone number. We produced "missing dog" posters offering a reward nonetheless.

No word

Two days after his disappearance and still no word, my sister reported the incident to our barangay (village). On her way home, some kids reported having seen Cocoa, who they thought was taking his usual stroll. We received the news well – at least he was still alive; the possibility of Cocoa coming home was still there.

A week later, we got a lead from a neighbor who claimed to have seen Cocoa in a hole-in-the- wall pet shop in Sucat. A friend rushed there to check. Sadly, the info must have come too late – the dog had already been sold two days ago for P10,000.

My heart sank. The pet shop had no documentation of the transaction – no receipts or paperwork; nothing. When asked who sold them the dog, all they said was an old lady they did not know. There was no way for us to confirm if it was indeed Cocoa.

But our neighbor was convinced. It seemed so unlikely for this store to have a black Pomeranian for sale, when the establishment isn't a pet shop to begin with. The location is dubious too. We live in a neighboring village, just a tricycle or jeep ride away.

Online mission

As weeks rolled by, the posters we had put up began to disappear. Some were removed as part of our village's efforts to keep the surroundings clean. Still, my husband and I would replace posters lost week after week.

We also distributed posters to veterinary clinics. We took our mission online too, writing blogs, e-mailing animal rights groups, friends and strangers. The online community has been very supportive, with people promising to keep an eye out for Cocoa.

It was also on the web that we got information that Cocoa was taken away by an old woman with a leash. This was before the supposed sale in Sucat. If Cocoa had been sold, sadly, our search brings us to what seems a dead end. We no longer have leads.

People ask me if I've given up on my search. How can I give up? Cocoa was more than a pet to us. He is family. Would you lose hope if it were your sibling that went missing?

I read the poem "Rainbow Bridge" hoping to find consolation. But there is none. "Rainbow Bridge" is apt for those who have lost pets through death. The pain of losing Cocoa is much worse than having a pet die.

We've lost dogs to illnesses and while painful, we were able to move on. Cocoa's case is different because I know he's alive. He's somewhere out there and I cannot be with him.

Heart condition

Day and night, I wonder – has his new family discovered his heart condition? That he has to be fed little by little, otherwise he'll choke? That he enjoys being held like a baby? That he finds enjoyment in playing hide-and-seek?

The pain of not knowing whether he is cared for or not is just excruciating.

I appeal to readers – if you think you may have seen Cocoa, please contact me. If you notice your neighbor with a relatively new dog resembling Cocoa, please get in touch. We're willing to take him regardless of what condition he's in, and we would buy him back in a heartbeat.

Wherever he is, we know well enough that Cocoa can manage to be happy. He's a happy dog. But I will say that no family can possibly love Cocoa as much as we do.

To my dear Cocoa, if only you can read, I love you. I will never give up on you. And I will continue to wait for you. I hope to see you again, in this lifetime or the next.

The author would like to thank the countless individuals who have dedicated their time and effort in helping search for Cocoa. You may reach her at trina992590@ yahoo.com.

dog napping at luneta

a sad story,I hate people who do things like this on animals...grabe naman.


My friend Anton got dognapped :(

Anton is an adorable little black pomeranian and a regular customer at hubby's resto. Or rather, Anton's owner is. I see them maybe weekly, and I'm a little embarrassed that I still don't know the name of the owner (who I shall now refer as AO). Anton would sit beside AO, and everytime I see them, she would bring Anton out to play with me. He was such a sweet little thing.

AO exercises at Luneta and would bring Anton with her. It only took a second, she said. One moment Anton was there, and the next, he was gone. She had noticed two guys hovering nearby earlier, and witnesses recount later on that it was those two guys who walked away with Anton.

From flyers, to rewards, to looking everywhere, AO has done everything to try and get Anton back. She even filed a police report-- only to find out that there had been three other dognapping cases in Luneta. Sadly, none of the dogs have been found :(

If you have any leads, or know of a suspiscious adult black pomeranian for sale, do drop me a line. [I'll try to get pictures of Anton, I'll post them if I do. I'll try and get more details of the story as well- I believed this happened almost a month ago.]


Thanks,
Mika

her dog,max is missing

from paws'yahoo group
the whole story,nakalagay kung saaan nawala yung aso niya..
my sympathies to the owner,I know how it feels.

 This is for anyone who has ever lost a dog.
On Thursday evening, our dog Max wandered off and did not return.
It must be said that our dogs were trusted, perhaps too much, to do
their doggie thing outside the house unsupervised and return at a
predetermined time. Needless to say, that practice is one that must
never be done. It is irresponsible and leaves too much to chance.
My dad went off to check if Max was checking things out at his usual
haunts. He was not. My sister, my husband and I walked all along the
long, main road where he may have sauntered off to, calling his name,
asking people if they had seen a friendly, brown, long-haired aspin
with a bushy tail. They had not.
I told my sister, who had been crying her eyes out, that we would
comb the neighborhood again tomorrow, but we would need to show people
a picture of Max, a detailed description, and mention something about
a cash reward for his safe return.
We distributed flyers on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning. We
knocked on doors and stuffed flyers into mailboxes. We walked up to
strangers. We posted colored versions of the flyer on street posts.
In a neighborhood where stray dogs are considered fair game, the
people I handed flyers to were surprisingly sympathetic. One
carinderia owner said losing a dog is like losing a child, and she
promised to text us if she saw anything.
I was trying to be positive until 72 hours after he disappeared,
when there was still no sign of him.
As I write this, I am shedding tears of regret, shame, and pain. I
know that no amount of cathartic writing will describe the pain of
someone whose beloved pet (or family member) has disappeared.
I wonder if he is wandering about some unfamiliar place, trying to
find his way home. I wonder if he has been taken in by some family,
who has tied him up to a post (something he is not used to, he is king
of the garage and the porch in my house) to make him a ferocious guard
dog. I wonder if the neighborhood drunks cornered him and beat him
senseless. I wonder, most of all, if he met his demise, if he thought
he was still in the company of people he could trust. I must mention
that Max is one of the most trusting dogs we have ever had. He even
tried to befriend the neighborhood goat once.
My wish is if he is dead, that his end was quick and painless. My
other wish is if he was alive, that he would come back to us, no
matter what shape he is in. And this is the pain of families of
desaparecidos – the pain of not knowing how the story really ended.
On the other hand, maybe some kind-hearted family noticed him outside
their gate, took him in, and he is now trying to manipulate them into
giving him what he wants with his earnest eyes and non-stop tail
wagging.
Now when I pull into our street I can almost picture him outside our
gate, waiting to be let in as is his habit, but he is not there, and I
go back to wondering again and again what really happened to our Max.
We learned our lesson the difficult, excruciatingly painful way, but
it must be said – we are the humans, we should know better, we MUST
protect our pets from those who have cruel intentions, we MUST make
sure they are always safe. It is our responsibility as pet owners.
Along with this I must say that efforts to educate the public about
treating animals with compassion must continue, with greater intensity
and fervor, because there are people who simply don't know any better,
or can't see past their next hangover.
Dear readers, please pray for our beloved Max, who we miss terribly
and long for even if our hopes are fading as the days pass. A part of
us will always be waiting for that day when we will open the gate and
see him sitting there as if he never left.
Luwi Tampinco-Lunas
November 15, 2008


To the people of PAWS,
Thanks for your kind words and prayers. My family and I are grateful that there
are people who understand and empathize. I forwarded your email to my two
sisters here, who covered a half-kilometer radius all around the house on foot
to search for Max, and to the other one in the US, who has had trouble sleeping
and has been sick with worry since he disappeared. Your kindness makes our pain
somehow easier to bear.
Max disappeared at around 6 in the evening on November 13, Thursday. We live at
1-E West Fresno Street, California Village, San Bartolome, Novaliches, Quezon
City. Our house is almost at the dead end of the street, and the other end leads
to Katipunan Avenue, the main thoroughfare of the village (not to be confused
with its more famous counterpart in Loyola Heights). The subdivision is not a
gated one, and it is open to traffic, because the SB Diversion Road, which is a
detour to Novaliches Bayan, runs through it. We were also careful to check the
side of the road in case Max got run over by some motorist, but we did not find
him. God bless you and your pets too, and may you always stay safe. May your tribe
increase. The world needs more people like you. Luwi

her cat "wagwag is missing"

my adopted cat "wagwag"is missing..last fri.p nwwla..pagblik ko dto s manila ung kapatid n lng nya at ung dalawang big cat ang nttra..hy..nd n nmin xa mahanap khit san..we like him p nman kc npasweet nya at playful...

she lost her neoghbor's dog

Last Friday I took my neighbor's dog to my vet to be spayed. She has
had many litters of puppies so I convinced my neighbor to have her
spayed. My neighbors are both senior citizens so I offered to bring
their dogs to my vet to be spayed.

I brought two female dogs to the Animal House clinic located at the
corner of Aurora Blvd. and Balete Drive. The vet's assistant had
already taken the first dog inside the clinic and I was in the
process of untying the second one's leash from the car door when she
jumped down, wriggled out of her collar & went running off. I tried
to go after her but she was too fast. I enlisted the help of 2 vet's
assistants to look for her in the car, but we never found her. The
next day I put up flyers & went to 3 barangay halls in the area to
ask if anybody had found her. I also called the Quezon City
Veterinarian's office to ask them to call me if she's found. No luck
so far.

She's a medium sized dog, about Spitz size, has long dark brown
hair, floppy ears, long tail. She is a bit skittish ("mailap sa
tao") but she responds to her name "Miss Brown". She was lost in the
vicinity of Aurora Blvd cor Balete Drive. If anybody has seen her,
please call or email PAWS. My neighbors miss her but are sure she'll
find her way home. Sana nga.

Thanks for your help.

Doris