“He started opening up to me, knowing that my dog wasn’t around anymore,” Sissoko said. “Once I got close enough to really see him, I could tell he’d been a stray for a long time. His fur was long and pretty matted, but he would barely let me touch him. My plan was as soon as I could get a leash on him, I was going to take him in.”
But then, as Buddy neared a breakthrough, he disappeared. Sissoko couldn’t find him for weeks — and she thought the worst.
“There are quite a few busy roads nearby, so I was really worried he might have been hit,” Sissoko said. Winter came and went, and Buddy was still nowhere to be found. Sissoko was grieving the loss of her friend, sometimes staying up late at night just thinking about him.