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The loss of this summer is unexplainable, the hurt and pain I have been feeling quells only during times of extreme busyness or the numbness of alcohol and tranquilizers. My dear Pippin began the summer, but when Bosley was hit, I just lost myself. He was my baby, my sweet little boy, if a dog could be a soul mate, he was mine. I had plans with this dog, a long happy life, he was the joy of my existance. Then gone, hit by a car. I was outside with him and I had only turned my back for a moment, and he was gone. I heard the hit, I will NEVER forget that sound burned in my brain. I came around the house to see him laying in the road, convulsing the last life out of his body. I ran and picked him up, screaming, crying, as he took his last breaths in my arms. I ran down the road as the car that hit him turned around. Holding his lifeless body up in my arms I begged him to take me to the vet, but it was too late. My baby was gone. I kept screaming out in terror, disbelief that my baby could really be gone. He told me he would come back. I sat in the front lawn holding my baby. When they returned they helped me get a blanket for him and I called Skip. I held him in my arms for hours, talking to him, kissing his brow as he grew cold and stiff against my lips. When Skip got home we cried together holding him together as we had done so many times. Tyler dug the hole as we grieved for him. I didn't want to let go, he was buried in the blanket I had brought him home in less than 2years ago. I couldn't do anything, I just fell apart, and every day I have to put myself together just to go on.
Bosley had a kitten named Pan he found last summer, I am pretty sure she was hit about a week after he was gone, but I didn't have the capasity to confirm it, I have never seen Pan again.
Several weeks ago, Skips Uncle Jeff went into the hospital with abdominal pain. He had a blood clot in his intestine and they had to remove part of the intestine, but he began to improve...then he died of a heart attack. The business has gone under and now Skip is once again without a full time job.
Skip's dad has throat cancer, found the same week of Jeff's death.
Finally, Buddy has been diagnosed with nevicular detirioration...the end of his school horse career.
Still I try to find happyness in everyday. There are some people in my life that make me smile and they don't even know how important they are to me. Without them, I just don't think I could go on. I am shattered, but trying my hardest to put the pieces back together.
Bosley had a kitten named Pan he found last summer, I am pretty sure she was hit about a week after he was gone, but I didn't have the capasity to confirm it, I have never seen Pan again.
Several weeks ago, Skips Uncle Jeff went into the hospital with abdominal pain. He had a blood clot in his intestine and they had to remove part of the intestine, but he began to improve...then he died of a heart attack. The business has gone under and now Skip is once again without a full time job.
Skip's dad has throat cancer, found the same week of Jeff's death.
Finally, Buddy has been diagnosed with nevicular detirioration...the end of his school horse career.
Still I try to find happyness in everyday. There are some people in my life that make me smile and they don't even know how important they are to me. Without them, I just don't think I could go on. I am shattered, but trying my hardest to put the pieces back together.