Hobbes
My dog died last Friday. His name was Hobbes. He was kind of small, curly tan fur, fattish, smelly at times. We had him for 13 years before he got out the yard and got hit by a car on Rhode Island Avenue in DC. Someone found him (possibly the same person who hit him, I don't know) and took him to the shelter on New York Avenue and they euthanized him. Apparently the injuries were bad. That was the same shelter we got him from. He would have been put down hours later if we hadn't. My mom was visiting when we found out. We were at Texas Roadhouse, waiting for a table, having a beer at the bar when my dad calls. That was not a fun meal.
I wish I had been there.
I wish he hadn't been alone.
I wish he hadn't been in pain.
I wish he'd gone in his sleep.
I wish that this hadn't happened during the longest period of time that I've ever been away from home.
I wish I could tell my other dog exactly what happened, mostly so she knows not to escape.
I wish I could bury him in the yard, but he's already been cremated and I don't think we can get the ashes.
I wish he had been too deaf and blind and weak and fat to get out of the yard.
I wish it didn't make me feel like every time I say goodbye to someone that it will be the last.
We got Hobbes shortly after my parents divorced and my mom got a new house. Hobbes had always been there and it's a concrete chunk of my childhood gone.
I wish I had been there.
I wish he hadn't been alone.
I wish he hadn't been in pain.
I wish he'd gone in his sleep.
I wish that this hadn't happened during the longest period of time that I've ever been away from home.
I wish I could tell my other dog exactly what happened, mostly so she knows not to escape.
I wish I could bury him in the yard, but he's already been cremated and I don't think we can get the ashes.
I wish he had been too deaf and blind and weak and fat to get out of the yard.
I wish it didn't make me feel like every time I say goodbye to someone that it will be the last.
We got Hobbes shortly after my parents divorced and my mom got a new house. Hobbes had always been there and it's a concrete chunk of my childhood gone.