I knew all along that the odds for reuniting with Jocko were diminishing, and given that he ran off in the middle of winter, the odds were even lower from the start, that this story would have a happy ending. Something in me KNEW he was ok, and a part of me always believed he would come home to us.

Winter turned from mild to bad, then back again, over and over. Then Spring came and went, with incredible temperature changes and rain. Then summer .... after months of classifed and local retail-type ads, and always searching, I made a deal with myself. I would never ever give up hope or the faith that he was ok, but I had to do one last push.

And push I did. Hundreds of fliers, emails, faxes and calls; tshirts worn everywhere, and a visit to the Animal Planet Expo in Allentown -- it was the last active push before I knew I would have to let go and accept he would come home on his own terms, if it was so deemed.

Less than 48 hours after the show the call came, and less than 2 hours later he was in my arms, kissing being kissed!!

I will never be able to thank all those involved enough, and as I'm learning more of the story, will never ever know how many folks were involved in this truly Herculean effort that began when the planets aligned to allow this to happen. I do know that his story has been followed since that fateful evening of February 9, 2005 when he had run off by people all over the world. All I can say is, from the deepest part of my heart and soul, thank you all for your efforts, your thoughts, your prayers and your support.