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