I got home yesterday after the Jasper clinic. My back yard gate was wide open and Princessa was running around the side yard. Whiskey was no where to be seen. I walked around the block with Princessa and drove around some calling for him but no luck. This morning I started looking again. I was crossing the train tracks at Apple Street and looked down them and saw something in the middle of the tracks farthest from the house. It was Whiskey Dog. He had been hit by a train and it looked like he had died instantly. He was pointing back toward the house so I wonder if he wasn't off running around and got spooked by the train and got hit trying to get back home.
I miss him so much.
Here's Whiskey and Princessa flopped out on my settee.
Princessa is so confused, she doesn't understand why Whiskey isn't here and why he isn't coming home.