My dog was killed today. Run over by a car. I was walking out my door and I hear this horrible noise. At first I thought it was a weird bird or something then I realized what was happening and I rushed out to find him in the street. He was laying on the ground letting out this horrible wail and he couldn't move the lower half of his body just twist his head around looking someone to fix him. He had run out in front of this huge pick up truck and gotten crushed the guys in the truck were out there and all that I could say was "oh jesus, fuck" over and over. My stepmom was in her car, I think she was just about to leave or something and she was sobbing, me and one of the guys tried to gently get a towel under him and move him into a kennel so I could get him to the vet to be put down. My car was gone and I don't drive stick so Maritza had to drive me and him up to the vet while she cried uncontrollably. At stop lights she would call his name into the kennel. Eventually I started crying to and couldn't stop even when we got there. We got him to the vet but he had already died on the way there.
It's so fucking horrible because no one in my family gets along but we all really loved our dog. He was really stupid but he was also really loving and affectionate. My stepmom is this totally lonely housewife too and he was pretty much her only friend.
It's so fucking horrible because no one in my family gets along but we all really loved our dog. He was really stupid but he was also really loving and affectionate. My stepmom is this totally lonely housewife too and he was pretty much her only friend.
purephase:
Sorry to hear that. My condolences.
johnnyb:
My condolences, too. I just wanted to say that your journal entry was surprisingly moving and that I can empathize completely: I only recently was working in a nursing home, where death comes all too frequently. Death sucks.