I ended up driving up to McMinnville to care for my mom. On the phone, I advised her to head to the emergency room. She took my advice. I then called "Mike and Jane," our family friends, and asked for help. They went over to be with her until I could get there. Mike then left and Jane and I entertained her with our chatter for hours and hours. Good grief! What a ridiculous situation. Almost 5 hours later we took her to lunch and then home. She was pretty drugged up and needed to get in bed. Jane drove me back to the hospital to get Mom's truck. It was in bad shape.
I took the truck and drove way up into the coast hills...where she had dumped her dog. Yes, in desperation and in a moment of complete anxiety, she finally ridded herself of the idiot...but, in the complete opposite manner that a sane person would do. Her anxiety attack stemmed from this decision, which she regretted. She had dumped the dog yesterday, then drove back at midnight to find her. No luck. That kept her up all night, panicking.
I drove out to the road she described. I hadn't told her what I was doing, as I didn't want to go through the process of reasoning. She's not in a clear mind. I drove miles and miles along the dirt road, hoping the dog would recognize the truck and come running. When I got to the end of the road, I turned around to drive it again. I saw this farmhouse and "got a feeling," so I entered their driveway. Sure enough, after talking with the old couple there, KD had been found. They loved her, but had taken her to a local shelter. What a relief. I hadn't shared my name with her. I did, however, share the info. re: KD's situation. They told me that 2 neighbors had wanted the dog, so I encouraged them to do it! Adopt her!
When I got back to Mom's, she was drowsy and waiting for me in the garden. Her garden is a sanctuary. She was relieved with the information and was able to head to bed with a clear heart and mind. I drove her truck home, as it needs a lot of work, and left my car with her. I think I'll give it to her. Seriously. She could never afford anything better than what she's got. It's our old Toyota, which my husband over-charged her for in the first place.
I don't inten to become emotionally mixed-up with this. I'll keep a level head and will contact her doctors. I paid the bill at the hospital. Looks like our summer vacation will be a bit shorted...