Both of my dogs died yesterday.
Horrible, disgusting deaths.
Its eating me up inside, trying to think of all the things I could have done to prevent it.
Here is Jack. Born Oct 31st 2009.
(the day I brought him home)
The biggest pain in the ass, but you wouldnt find a more protective dog on the planet. He had a rough life to start out with. Had a seizure the day I brought him home, that lasted for hours, and caused some brain damage. I was suggested to have him put to sleep but I just couldnt do that to his cute little face. I wish I would have now, to save him from the way he died. Jack was not a smart dog, he cost me over 10,000$ worth of damage to my home in the 7 months that I had him, and he was very hyper. But he was so goddamn cute, and loving, and he just knew that his job was to keep my kids and other animals safe. No doubt in my mind that the reason he died was because he was protecting my other dog. He really did have the best heart.
This is Bella. (taking a swim in the way-too-small-for-her pond) She is about 3 years old. Ive had her only about 5 months or so, a rescued dog. Honestly not sure of her past, but she acted like she was beaten often. She was so affectionate. She always had to be where I was. She didnt jump up on you when she was happy, she would come nuzzle on your legs and lick your hands. She was so timid. She helped keep jack in check when he would get too hyper.
My dad is in town, and staying with me, so my little siblings came over as well. It was around 9pm, on Friday, and we all decided to go somewhere, so like normal I put the dogs outside. When we got back home about an hour or less later, my dogs were gone. This is my first 4th of July weekend with them, and I didnt even think about them being scared or not of all the fireworks that people have been letting off the past couple of days. They must have been scared enough though, because evidence shows that they jumped my 8 foot fence. I went looking for them, but had no luck. It started storming, which made me more desperate to find them, but also made my task more difficult. All though out the night I would go down stairs and check the front yard to see if they had found their way home, but they never showed. The next morning, we headed out to pick up my sister, then go check the pound only we didnt have to. On the side of the road of the entrance to my subdivision my dad said oh man I think I see a dog on the side of the road. We were still kind of far for a clear view, but my heart sank because I just knew it was Bella. I pulled up near her, and hopped out of my van, and walked over to her. It was her, and Jack. He was dead, laying next to her. I instantly barfed, then collapsed to the ground hysterically crying (as I am now). My dad came over, and patted my head, then dragged them into a nearby field. Bella looked as though she was shot. Tiny enter wound on one side, and giant blown out wound on the other side, but the blood marks in the middle of the road looked liked it was possible they were both hit. There were 2 giant circular blood stains, and 2 drag marks from the middle of the road to the edge of the road where the dogs lay. Jack, really didnt look like he was dead, or even hurt, other than he wouldnt wake up.
In my head the way it happened, was around 3 AM (when I heard all the neighborhood dogs start howling) Bella was probably really shot by some drunk ass. Jack goes to her side, and stands over her, and licks her, and cares for her. And sets off the howling in the neighborhood, because it is dark and rainy, and the dogs are dark, a car doesnt see Jack or Bella, and hits jack. Pulls over, and drags their bodies off the side of the road. Doesnt check the collar, doesnt call the number on it, doesnt inform a worried owner. And leaves.
Of course, I cant prove thats what happened, perhaps they were really both hit at the same time.
Here is my son, just a few hours ago, sleeping at the bottom of the stairs because he is waiting for his dogs to come home. I told him that the dogs got hurt, and they are dead now. But he just doesnt understand what death is. He keeps telling me not to be sad. Not to cry. After the dogs wake up they wont be hurt any more.
I took them flowers a little while ago. And thanked them for being a part of my life, and apologized that they had to get hurt like this. I just miss them so badly. It feels weird not having them home.
Horrible, disgusting deaths.
Its eating me up inside, trying to think of all the things I could have done to prevent it.
Here is Jack. Born Oct 31st 2009.
(the day I brought him home)The biggest pain in the ass, but you wouldnt find a more protective dog on the planet. He had a rough life to start out with. Had a seizure the day I brought him home, that lasted for hours, and caused some brain damage. I was suggested to have him put to sleep but I just couldnt do that to his cute little face. I wish I would have now, to save him from the way he died. Jack was not a smart dog, he cost me over 10,000$ worth of damage to my home in the 7 months that I had him, and he was very hyper. But he was so goddamn cute, and loving, and he just knew that his job was to keep my kids and other animals safe. No doubt in my mind that the reason he died was because he was protecting my other dog. He really did have the best heart.
This is Bella.
(taking a swim in the way-too-small-for-her pond) She is about 3 years old. Ive had her only about 5 months or so, a rescued dog. Honestly not sure of her past, but she acted like she was beaten often. She was so affectionate. She always had to be where I was. She didnt jump up on you when she was happy, she would come nuzzle on your legs and lick your hands. She was so timid. She helped keep jack in check when he would get too hyper. My dad is in town, and staying with me, so my little siblings came over as well. It was around 9pm, on Friday, and we all decided to go somewhere, so like normal I put the dogs outside. When we got back home about an hour or less later, my dogs were gone. This is my first 4th of July weekend with them, and I didnt even think about them being scared or not of all the fireworks that people have been letting off the past couple of days. They must have been scared enough though, because evidence shows that they jumped my 8 foot fence. I went looking for them, but had no luck. It started storming, which made me more desperate to find them, but also made my task more difficult. All though out the night I would go down stairs and check the front yard to see if they had found their way home, but they never showed. The next morning, we headed out to pick up my sister, then go check the pound only we didnt have to. On the side of the road of the entrance to my subdivision my dad said oh man I think I see a dog on the side of the road. We were still kind of far for a clear view, but my heart sank because I just knew it was Bella. I pulled up near her, and hopped out of my van, and walked over to her. It was her, and Jack. He was dead, laying next to her. I instantly barfed, then collapsed to the ground hysterically crying (as I am now). My dad came over, and patted my head, then dragged them into a nearby field. Bella looked as though she was shot. Tiny enter wound on one side, and giant blown out wound on the other side, but the blood marks in the middle of the road looked liked it was possible they were both hit. There were 2 giant circular blood stains, and 2 drag marks from the middle of the road to the edge of the road where the dogs lay. Jack, really didnt look like he was dead, or even hurt, other than he wouldnt wake up.
In my head the way it happened, was around 3 AM (when I heard all the neighborhood dogs start howling) Bella was probably really shot by some drunk ass. Jack goes to her side, and stands over her, and licks her, and cares for her. And sets off the howling in the neighborhood, because it is dark and rainy, and the dogs are dark, a car doesnt see Jack or Bella, and hits jack. Pulls over, and drags their bodies off the side of the road. Doesnt check the collar, doesnt call the number on it, doesnt inform a worried owner. And leaves.
Of course, I cant prove thats what happened, perhaps they were really both hit at the same time.
Here is my son, just a few hours ago, sleeping at the bottom of the stairs because he is waiting for his dogs to come home. I told him that the dogs got hurt, and they are dead now. But he just doesnt understand what death is. He keeps telling me not to be sad. Not to cry. After the dogs wake up they wont be hurt any more. I took them flowers a little while ago. And thanked them for being a part of my life, and apologized that they had to get hurt like this. I just miss them so badly. It feels weird not having them home.
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I was smiling so big to see some of the comments on my set (well all but certain SG's made my day even more than greatly appreciating them all....) and was stopping by to thank you soooooooo much than read your blog.
I am so sorry. My pets aren't just my pets, they are my children and my family. Quite a bit above my "blood family" other than my awesome man sized son so holy smokes I felt this blog immensely.
Seriously crappy. I feel so bad for the lil guy. I'd snatch him for a belly full of goodies and a visit at my crazy parrot home to make him smile if I could Amelinda . They all sure love my retarded parrots.......It's been 11 days since this blog. Wonder if it's gotten any easier for him....