A sad day.
I lost a close family member. Some time this morning, my dog was hit by a car and killed. I can tell by the way I found her that it was quick and she didn't suffer. My dog wasn't a pet and will never be thought of as anything other than family.
I got her when I was living by myself in Alabama. I wanted somebody to come home to that would be happy to see me no matter how late it was. I saw a sign at a flea market on the way home one day that said free puppies and stopped. I never named my dog because I thought she wouldn't have a name for me, other than arf arf.
She chewed through the wiring for my surround sound once. I was mad at the time, but now that I think about it, I don't really care about the speakers. She could always tell when I had a bad day at work, I guess it had something to do with if I smelled like I'd had a cigarette or not. (I don't usually smoke btw). She kept me safe from the guys that came out to read the electric and water meters and anyone else that showed up at my place.
No matter how poor I might have been, I always made sure my dog had food to eat, even if that meant I had to eat ramen noodles. I got into a shouting match with some PETA activist once about keeping my dog outside instead of in the house. He thought it wasn't fair to keep her out in the heat while I sit in the airconditioning. I told him that it was mean to keep her cooped up in the house away from other dogs and to get mad when she makes a mess on the floor. I have no regrets about keeping her outside, despite that it was this that killed her. She died a free animal and she came back to my house because she loved me, not because I had her caged.
Good by my dog, I hope that if dogs reincarnate, you come back again to make somebody else happy.
I got her when I was living by myself in Alabama. I wanted somebody to come home to that would be happy to see me no matter how late it was. I saw a sign at a flea market on the way home one day that said free puppies and stopped. I never named my dog because I thought she wouldn't have a name for me, other than arf arf.
She chewed through the wiring for my surround sound once. I was mad at the time, but now that I think about it, I don't really care about the speakers. She could always tell when I had a bad day at work, I guess it had something to do with if I smelled like I'd had a cigarette or not. (I don't usually smoke btw). She kept me safe from the guys that came out to read the electric and water meters and anyone else that showed up at my place.
No matter how poor I might have been, I always made sure my dog had food to eat, even if that meant I had to eat ramen noodles. I got into a shouting match with some PETA activist once about keeping my dog outside instead of in the house. He thought it wasn't fair to keep her out in the heat while I sit in the airconditioning. I told him that it was mean to keep her cooped up in the house away from other dogs and to get mad when she makes a mess on the floor. I have no regrets about keeping her outside, despite that it was this that killed her. She died a free animal and she came back to my house because she loved me, not because I had her caged.
Good by my dog, I hope that if dogs reincarnate, you come back again to make somebody else happy.