My dog died today. She got loose and got hit by a car. I was at work and got a call. I was shocked and in disbelief. It took a few seconds for things to register. I lost my dog. I called up the animal control agent to find out what happened. She had gotten a call that there was a dog on the street. There was a lot of blood. She said it looked like head trauma. She was gone. Lucky had her tags so the vet was called and it was confirmed to be our dog. I wanted to know what happened so I left to go home and sure enough there was no dog in my yard. I looked around to see how she could've gotten out. It seems that there was a loose board in my neighbor's fence. It's not the first time she out that way. It would be her last.
She's been out many times, but she's never been scratched and she always returned home. I guess her luck ran out this time.
She was a happy and vibrant dog. From the time she was a pup to being a vibrant adult. She was excitable and happy. She was always jumping, but never in a menacing way. She was just excited to see you.
She was way too excitable, always jumping up and down. We were wondering when she would calm down. I wondered when she was going to get old enough and calm down and I would be able to let her in the house again.
The little one was never fond of the dog. We actually got the dog for her, but she never bonded with Lucky. Over the years, it became my dog. The little one was scared of her. She just knew that Lucky had to stay outside and never wanted her in the house. She was somewhat oblivious to Lucky, only noticing her when she was making a ruckus outside or if I teased her and said I was letting the dog inside. I'll have to tell her what happened.
I'll admit that I've had some mixed emotions and that I've wanted to get rid of her. The barking. The digging. But most importantly, someone needed to watch her. And since she was so wild, it was hard to get someone to come over and take care of her. I didn't want to put anyone through that. So we always had to board her. Taking her to and from the vet was always an adventure.
But when it was all said and done, I knew I was going to keep her and we were going to grow older together.
My favorite moment was when she was a pup and we came home from bowling on a Winter night, we heard whimpering and she got her head stuck in the fence. We got her out.
I'm going to miss you Lucky.
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I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Schmoe. I'm going to miss your stories about Lucky.
Is it too early to offer you one of our puppies? :)
P.S. I only removed my previous post for typographical reasons.
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