Home At Last!

A cat missing for 10 years, a dog who disappeared during a wildfire, and more heartwarming true stories of pets who were lost—and then found

Team RD Published Feb 20, 2025 13:14:55 IST
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Home At Last! photograph by Jaime Hogge

Trial by Fire 

By Robert Liwanag

Few senior dogs are as energetic as 13-year-old Sedze, a white and beige Shih Tzu whose name means ‘my heart’ in the Dogrib language, spoken by the Tlicho First Nation. Aptly so, as Sedze has been a beloved member of the Yellowknife-based Cumming family since she was eight weeks old. Despite being in her golden years, Sedze can still keep up with Axel, the family’s nine-year-old German shepherd, on long walks. “Our vet always comments on what good shape she’s in,” says her owner, Louise Cumming, a collections officer for Housing Northwest Territories. “She’s a real trooper kind of a dog.”

In August 2023, the little Shih Tzu’s resilient spirit went through a real-life trial by fire. On 13 August, Louise and her husband, Shannon, were shopping for non-perishables and packing up their camping gear in anticipation of an evacuation order. A massive wildfire 35 kilometres west of the city was getting dangerously close and officials were monitoring its path.

Over the previous three months, Canada had been dealing with its worst wildfire season on record. In all, more than 6,600 wildfires were recorded in the country in 2023—1,000 more than the 10-year average.

On 16 August, the evacuation order came and Yellowknife’s 20,000 residents were instructed to leave the city. At 9:15 p.m., Louise, along with her husband, daughter-in-law and her daughter-in-law’s best friend, hopped into two cars and a truck with their pets: Sedze, Axel, a husky named Rhea, a cat named Copernicus and a chihuahua named Choco. Along with their clothes, phones and laptops, they made their way onto the Mackenzie Highway, heading south toward Alberta. (Louise’s son, who worked at a diamond mine in the North Slave Region, was to rendezvous with the group later.)

Their destination was an evacuation centre in High Level, a town about seven hours away in northern Alberta, but heavy traffic slowed them down, and thick smoke made it hard to see. “The drive seemed to take forever... But once we finally got through the fire, the relief was amazing,” says Louise.

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After driving all night, the exhausted group set up camp near the Deh Cho bridge—220 kilometres from the Alberta border—to sleep for two hours before hitting the road again at 8 a.m. But 20 minutes into the second half of their journey, one of Louise’s worst nightmares came to life: The group realized that Sedze was not in any of their vehicles. She was missing.

The group sped back to their campsite, believing they may have accidentally left Sedze there. But there was no sign of her. They flagged down passersby, desperately asking if anyone had seen a small Shih Tzu, to no avail.

Though Louise tried to stay positive, deep down she feared the worst: either a wild animal had killed Sedze or she had drowned in the nearby Mackenzie River. After searching for 30 minutes, Louise and the others continued the journey south, heartbroken but still holding out hope for a miracle.

Later that evening, the group finally arrived in High Level. Louise called her daughter, Jilaine, who lives in Calgary, and broke the news. Ten minutes after they hung up, Jilaine called back with a shocking update. A man named Ryan Snyder had posted about a dog he found wandering out of the bush near the Deh Cho bridge on the Facebook group Yellowknife Lost/Found Pets. The dog looked exactly like Sedze!

Louise quickly got on the phone with Ryan and confirmed Sedze’s identity with a description of a faux pink flower attached to her collar. Sedze was alive and well. And as it turns out, Ryan had also evacuated to High Level: while speaking to each other on the phone, they discovered that they were standing on opposite sides of the same baseball field.

“It was the greatest feeling when he brought her over on her leash and she was sled-dogging it toward us,” she says. Today, Louise still marvels at their luck that Ryan found Sedze and reunited her with her family.

Three weeks later, on September 6, the order was lifted and the group returned to their homes in Yellowknife. “If my house had burned to the ground, I could have replaced it,” Louise says. “But you can’t replace your family.”

Spooky the Stowaway

By Samantha Rideout

Like many other families in the summer of 2020, Chylisse Marchand and her school-aged daughters, Shay and Alli, spent their days at home. Chylisse’s driver’s license had been suspended after she suffered a seizure, so regardless of the pandemic, they wouldn’t have been able to venture far from their home in the small town of Redvers, Saskatchewan. One of their pets, however, wasn’t tied down by the circumstances, and managed to take an international journey.

Spooky, one of the family’s black cats, has an independent personality. He and his brother, Licorice, had joined the family as kittens in 2013. The cats lived indoors during the frigid Saskatchewan winters. “But the moment spring hit, they loved going outside,” Chylisse says.

Initially, Chylisse wasn’t terribly concerned when Spooky didn’t return from an evening jaunt in the backyard on 22 July. “I thought he would turn up in one of our sheds,” she recalls. “That said, we do live close to the highway, so I was a bit nervous that maybe he’d been hit by a vehicle.”

As it turned out, Spooky had climbed into the engine bay of a parked semi-trailer truck. When the truck departed, Spooky became a stowaway. Somehow, he remained unharmed in that cramped space full of wires and hoses while the vehicle drove 230 kilometres southwest to Tioga, North Dakota, then northeast to Manitoba, then back down to North Dakota again.

The following night, 23 July, the truck’s driver opened the hood to perform a maintenance check. A pair of glowing eyes stared up, startling him. His unexpected passenger was wearing a rabies vaccination tag that listed the phone number for a veterinary clinic in Redvers, Saskatchewan, called Head for the Hills.

image-38_010925043146.jpgChylisse Marchand and her daughters with truck driver Jack Shao.

Meanwhile, there were lots of tears in Chylisse’s home. “My daughters were freaking out,” she says. “Spooky meant the world to us.” He had been missing for about 24 hours when the kids went to bed on 23 July. It was late that evening when Chylisse received a call from Spooky’s vet, who told her the missing cat had been found in North Dakota by a trucker named Jack Shao. The vet gave Chylisse Jack’s phone number; she called him immediately.

“He sounded flustered,” she recalls. “He’s an awesome guy, but he’s not a cat person and he didn’t know what to do with this animal.”

Fortunately, Jack’s route would take him back through Redvers the next day. To keep Spooky safe on the trip back home, Jack placed him inside a box with a small opening for airflow.

On 24 July, a friend gave Chylisse, Shay and Alli a lift to the local Co-op, where Jack had agreed to meet them. “As the truck pulled up, my girls were beaming,” Chylisse says. “As for me, I just wanted to hug him.”

Besides feeling grateful for a stranger’s kindness, Chylisse was amused that Spooky had crossed the American border at a time when it was closed to everyone except essential traffic. 

“And the fact that he held out for so long under the semi is unbelievable,” she adds.As an artist, Chylisse had a collection of her own original artworks, so she gave Jack a print of an old red truck as a symbol of her gratitude.

Upon returning home, Spooky was a little skittish at first, but soon his usual temperament resurfaced. Nowadays, Spooky and Licorice don’t tend to wander far from home. “I don’t know if Spooky learned from his experience or if it’s because the cats are getting old,” she says. “They stay close to the deck and take in the prairie sunset.”

A Long-Awaited Reunion

By Praveena Somasundaram

When Richard and Maria Price got a call from an unknown number with a New York area code in December 2022, the couple, who were living in Spain, figured it was a spam call. But when the same number phoned again, they answered. “Did you used to own a black-and-white cat?” the caller asked.

They had: a fluffy, skittish tuxedo cat named Mimi. But they hadn’t seen her in a decade.Mimi went missing in 2012, two years after the Price family, who were then living in East Setauket, N.Y., adopted her. They spent more than a year searching around the state, but to no avail. In 2021, the couple moved to Valencia, Spain, after Richard retired.

But on 5 December 2022, someone from Miller Place, N.Y., where Mimi had gone missing 10 years earlier, brought her to the Brookhaven Animal Shelter and Adoption Center. Workers there found that the cat had a microchip that identified her owners. They called the Price family that day at the New York phone number on file—which, luckily, was still in use. Richard told The Washington Post that the reunion was a “rare Christmas miracle.”

Mimi first caught Richard’s eye in 2010 at a Long Island adoption centre. A two-year-old black cat with a bib of white fur beneath her chin, Richard said she was “beautiful beyond compare.”

Before officially adopting Mimi and bringing her to their home, Richard visited her at the centre a few times. Previously a feral cat, she was shy, hiding until Richard would sit on the floor and place his hand near her hiding spot. He would then wait until she came out and allowed him to pet her. “You could see she wanted people. … She was just sort of scared about it all,” Richard says. “So it just sort of won my heart over.”

In 2012, the Prices left Mimi with a family member in nearby Miller Place while they vacationed. When they came back, she was gone.

The family member had opened the door to leave, and Mimi had zipped between their feet and fled, disappearing into the brush outside. Distraught, Richard launched a search, posting flyers around Miller Place and neighbouring areas. He visited animal shelters and feral cat colonies behind supermarkets. After more than a year, he’d given up hope that they’d ever see Mimi again.

image-40_010925043800.jpgMimi, the Prices’ long-lost cat, now lives with the couple in Spain

But a decade later, after the fateful call from the shelter, they were to be reunited. As word got out in Miller Place, Richard started getting calls from people in the community who had cared for her over the years.

Julia Ray, 24, and her father, Lawrence, were among them. Living a vagabond life, Mimi would pop up on an outdoor chair in their gazebo, or snuggle up in the heated home they set up for her during the winter, Julia said. They saw that Mimi’s ear had been tipped, referring to a mark on a feral cat’s ear that signifies they have been spayed or neutered, but vets told them they believed she had no owner.

Through severe storms and bitter winters, the cat, whom they called “Kitty,” returned. Even after Julia left for college, her father kept feeding the cat until he died in April 2022. His house was sold later that year. “I considered selling the house with the condition that you’d be good to the cat and feed it,” Julia says.

But luckily, she didn’t have to. Mimi found someone else to look after her: Gary Guiseppone. One day, Gary noticed that Mimi’s fur was matted. Worried she’d gotten caught in brush or tree branches, he brought her to the Brookhaven Animal Shelter. Later that day, he was thrilled to hear that the shelter had found Mimi’s owners.

In January 2023, Richard headed back to the United States to pick her up, and she stayed with his sister and niece until he could get there. She was “an angel” during the flight to Spain, he says, sitting quietly in her carrying case and occasionally glancing at him for reassurance.

Although she was a bit standoffish at first, Mimi soon settled into her new home. She loves sleeping next to Richard and Maria in their bed and going out on their balcony in the evenings. Richard says he likes to think Mimi remembered him, but either way, she immediately bonded to both of them upon arriving. “She is the most loving cat we’ve ever had,” he says.

From The Washington Post. With files from Charlotte Genest

Police Pup

By Diane Peters

Bang! Somewhere, hidden from view in leafy Southfields Park, Loughborough, United Kingdom, someone set off fireworks. After hearing the noise, 10-year-old border collie Rosie, who was running around off-leash, ran back towards her owner, Steve Harper.

It was late in the afternoon on Friday, 4 November 2022, and there would be even more fireworks on Saturday for Guy Fawkes Night. “Kids let off bangers for about a week before and a week after,” says Steve’s wife, Julie, who was at home while Steve, Rosie and their English pointer, Laser, were at the park near their home.

Bang! Another round of fireworks. Rosie always cowers during thunderstorms (and, strangely, upon hearing the ominous theme music to the BBC TV game show Mastermind, Julie says). For safety reasons, the family had trained her to return to them when she was frightened in public.

When the Harpers adopted Rosie from a rescue shelter in 2014, they were told that they were Rosie’s third owners but learned little else about her past. Julie had seen a picture of the black-and-white dog posted on social media by a shelter, looking skinny and staring into the camera.

After seeing the picture, Julie told herself that Laser, just one year old at the time, was lonely. “I persuaded my husband that Laser needed a sister,” she says. Julie and Steve raised five boys and she admits that, as an empty nester, she loves having “something to baby.” 

image-42_010925043835.jpgRosie waltzed into a police station after she was separated from her owner, Steve.

The couple and Laser piled into the car and made a seven-hour round trip to pick up Rosie from the shelter in seaside Woolacombe. Rosie was easily startled by loud sounds and was nervous around men when she first arrived, but soon fell in love with the Harpers’ sons and bonded with Steve. Julie calls Rosie “absolutely adorable,” with a fondness for chasing squirrels, and her balls and toys.

But Rosie’s fear of loud noises never went away. After the second bang on that Friday afternoon, she took off and quickly disappeared from sight. Steve knew looking for her and dealing with Laser at the same time would be impossible, so he called Julie to tell her what had happened. He planned to make the 15-minute walk home to drop off the younger dog and come right back to search for Rosie.

At home, Julie hung up and had less than five minutes to begin worrying when her phone rang again. The voice on the other end asked if she was the owner of a black-and-white dog. “She’s just turned herself in,” they said. The caller was only half kidding.

The Loughborough Police Station is on the other side of a hedge at the edge of the park. Rosie had likely dashed under the hedge and walked through the automatic sliding doors of the police station.

Closed-circuit television showed Rosie walking into the waiting room, nosing around for a few seconds, and politely seating herself at the end of a row of chairs. A few minutes later, staff emerged, gave her some water and a few cuddles, and called Julie, whose phone number was on Rosie’s collar.

Julie thinks she knows why Rosie knew just where to settle: The waiting room chairs at the police station closely resemble those at the local vet. “I presume she saw the chairs and thought, Oh, this is what I do. I sit and wait.”

When Steve returned with Laser, Julie told him the news and he headed back out to fetch Rosie from the station. The dog was overjoyed to see him. And when the two finally arrived home, safe and sound, Julie says Rosie got “lots of cuddles and a few biscuits.”

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