BFF has two cats that she adores.
A year or so ago, moved house and, soon after, one of the kitties disappeared.
She was freaking out, crazy with worry, but refused to just give in. She made a kazillion Lost Cat posters and put them up all over the neighborhood.
She began to get calls from people, asking her if she was OK and whether she had found her cat yet. She had long conversations with total strangers about her love and her loss.
But then the all important call came. Someone had seen the cat hanging around in the bushes a few streets away and they had left food out for it.
BFF went to the spot and called for her cat. I think she had to go there more than once. She called and called and eventually cajoled her emaciated little baby out of the plants and back into her arms.
She was overjoyed and decided to let everyone know that the cat had come home. She went around to all her posters and put a "Found!" sign on them.
And then the local paper called.
A journalist was looking for a story that was good news, so BFF, the people who called her and the now famous cat ended up on the front page.
Sometimes there are happy endings!