When I was a young girl, I had a dog named Grayfield Tuxedo. Well, he was the family’s dog but I always considered him to be my own as I was the one who always had to brush him and walk him and pick up after him.
He was very special, he was a top breed and my dad brought him home to us when I was only 5 years old. He had beautiful light brown eyes and lovely soft fur. He did like to bite sometimes if I played with a tennis ball! He once bit right into my Levi’s, I still have the scar! I didn’t care. He was my dog. I loved him!
He was my pal as I often played with him, especially if I wasn’t allowed out!
He used to do the tour in garbage day of the neighborhood cans and my friends would often call to say they say him and he was heading up the street coming home.
No matter what, he was always hungry!
But one day he didn’t make it home 🙁
My dad would say, don’t worry he’ll be back soon.
But he didn’t come back.
We were heart broken.
He was a beautiful Shetland Sheepdog.
His name was Tuxedo, we called him, “Tux” for short.
We were living in the West Island of Montreal in Dollard-des-Ormeaux.
I looked everywhere, my dad and sisters looked everywhere.
Weeks went by and turned into months.
I cried myself to sleep every night.
I’d go looking for him on my bike ever single day!
He was so cute, being a Shetland Sheepdog, he would always run back and forth in our backyard, in his mind. He probably thought he was herding sheep!
He was my friend, my pal to talk to when I was alone or sad. Sometimes I would fall asleep with him at night and my mom would wake me up to go to bed.
He was beautiful and he loved me, unconditionally!
As a young girl, I couldn’t be without him.
I’d play in the woods and take him with me.
But then one day he never came back…..
I was heartbroken, devastated but never gave up HOPE.
I prayed and prayed.
Hoped and hoped that I would find him.
I’d call all my friends to ask if they’d seen him. I’d knock on doors.
Weeks went by and then turned to months but I still never gave up.
Where did our Tux go?
My dad always told me to never give up HOPE.
I posted pictures on poles and knocked on doors…everyday.
Finally, one day, we went to visit our family friends about 5 kilometres away from our family home in Dollard-des-Ormeaux.
We would go see our family friends in Pointe Claire at least once a month or so.
It was a beautiful sunny day and my dad parked in front of their house and being 4 kids in the car, it took a few minutes for us all to get out!
I was still sad, didn’t want to visit in case Tux would go home.
Anyways, I had my head down but looked down the street as I heard a dog bark! It sounded familiar! I knew that bark anywhere! I froze!
Was it Tux? Was it him? My baby, our long lost pet? My best friend forever?
I slowly started walking towards the dog like I was in a trance. I had trouble seeing that far, couldn’t really make him out… Was it Tux?
The dog stopped in his tracks and titled his head. I called his name…”Tux, Tux!” and sure enough, like in slow motion in a movie, we started running towards each other!
My whole family started to yell his name, crying in disbelief!!!!
As he came closer, I fell on the road, he jumped on top of me, yelping in joy and licking my face non-stop!!
TUXEDO is found!!
Our baby found us!
To think he never stopped searching as we never did!
He must have remembered visiting there with us in the past!
We found him or HE FOUND US!
His paws were bleeding and worn out! He had lost a lot of weight!
But we were together!
I never let him out of my sight again!
Tuxedo was home forever!
Hope is what brought him to us, I know, I never gave up hope and never will again! It was a miracle!