Just so you know- this is a sad post. So if you're not looking to read anything downing today, please skip this.
Early yesterday morning I found out that my neighbors dog escaped from his backyard and was hit by a car. He was found dead by his owner. I haven't been taking this news well, at all. I don't take losing any beloved pet easily..and I've had my fair share of losses. Three dogs I grew up with have passed away just in the last three years. They're all hard to swallow. But this has been nearly unbearable to even think about. This one stings. I find it unbelievable that someone can hit a dog and not stop. It should literally be a crime. How heartless?
His name was Tucker. A beautiful black lab. He was hardly a year old. He was Roxy's best backyard friend. They would run up and down the entire length of the fence playing. I cried from morning till night yesterday. It pains me so much. It's so so hard to go outside and not see him there, jumping on the fence, wagging his tail. He was just a puppy. And just like that-he's gone. Roxy goes outside and sits there- waiting for him to come play 'their game'... the one where she crouches like a ready-to-pounce tiger until he comes over to the fence then she playfully growls at him. I call her inside. I just can't bear it right now. I want him to be there just as much as she does. I thought he would be there for as long as we lived in our house.
Tucker's owner, our friend, is heartbroken. I seriously can't even imagine. I hugged Roxy tight yesterday and realized every day I have with her is precious...dogs live a short life as it is. I wish I could rewind the days to give him a treat and have his puppy teeth grip my sleeves. Or see them play once more.
RIP Tucker-boy. You are very missed.
I debated posting but I needed to get this off my chest and write down my feelings.
Thanks for understanding.