Sometimes terrible things in life just happen. There is no rhyme or reason for them. The ‘if onlys’ crowed your mind to the point where your head is pounding from the stress of millions of tears running down your face.
Yesterday Molibi and I were driving back from his farm with our dog, Jack. We usually have her ride up in the front on my lap but this particular time we thought she should learn how to be a ‘real dog’ and ride in the back.
No more then 15 minutes after leaving the farm, Molibi looks back to see Jack at the edge of the truck - ears flapping, tongue hanging out and big brown eyes shining.
She jumps.
And lands wrong.
Her little neck snaps.
And as Molibi and I get out of the car.. she dies.
My puppy, my best friend, my Jack.
I loved this dog. Every morning when I woke up she ran up the stairs 90 miles and hour and smashed into me then sat by the tub as I showered. When I got out of the shower she would lick the water off my legs and then sit at my feet as I got ready. Every afternoon we went on a run together and then she would cuddle with me on the couch. She was such a part of my… existence.
I just can’t believe she is gone.
In seconds.. just gone. I’m devastated and empty feeling.
Please pray that her little soul gets to dog heaven safely and they have lots of bones, expensive shoes and coco butter lotion for her to destroy.
Rest in peace Jack. I love you.