When I was almost three years old, my family moved from our trailer to the house next door. (next door being like .3 km away)

We had three pets at the time, AFAIK, Boug the massively overweight beagle, Cocoa the orange tabby, and Puppa, a black lab that I must assume I named. We were pretty good friends.

Anyways, Cocoa and Boug moved with us, but I guess Puppa didn't like the new digs, as (he? she? I wasn't exactly to the state of development where i was using pronouns correctly) ran away.

As for pets that have been found, we had to chase my cat Cato around quite a bit when he was still young. He was old enough to go outside by himself, and we had to acknowledge that he was growing up and big enough to stay outside all night when he'd run off to the bluff where we couldn't get to him in the dark xD I remember one night my dad and I ran all over trying to catch him xD

When my mom got her little chihuahua, she lived in constant terror a hawk or something would have the bad judgment to carry off her dog. (I'd leave it be, if I were a bird of prey 8))