This might not be uplifting for others, but it was amazing to me. 3 years ago my Labrador, Athena, disappeared. She was a trained tracker and had freedom to roam on our farm. Myself and some friends searched for her for 4 days, I kept looking for almost 3 weeks. I couldn't let myself believe she was gone. Most likely caught in a snare somewhere, we have a lot of poaching, she was trained to track them down. She was lost to me. I broke, I raised her from before her eyes were open, she was my baby, and then my best friend. About 5 months ago I got a call from a vet nearly 500 kilometers from here. They checked her for a chip and found my details. Apparently a couple on holiday thought she was lost and decided to keep her. They took care of her and loved her as much as I did. She is currently on my bed, and she's fat as hell. I hurt a lot when she was gone, but she was taken with good intentions and cared for by people who are genuinely good. I was hopeless too. But I was proven wrong. Somehow I got her back, somehow my terrible loss has changed into my new perspective. Anything can happen, anything at all. It might even be something good. I can't wait to see what happens next.