I am writing today with a heavy heart...my beloved, wonderful, silly, lovey Dalmatian was killed about five days ago after she jumped out of our backyard and was struck by a car. I have woken up each morning and searched for her warmth under the covers and listened for the jingling of her collar or the sound of her bounding up the stairs to get breakfast. I keep waiting for her to show up. I occasionally glance in the yard and expect to see her chasing the cat. A member of our family has gone and it's heartbreaking. Poor hubby...I ran outside to find him carrying her across the neighbor's yard with tears streaming down his face. I laid on her and wailed. It's so sad. I didn't want to let her go...she was still warm. She always let me lay on her like she was a pillow and I felt like I was playing that game with her one last time. We wrapped her in her favorite blanket and buried her in the backyard in a place that only we can rationalize. I cry ten times a day. I drive by the place where she was stuck and want to scrub the ground clean. I think I will. I know it should be some consolation to us that she was gone instantly, but it isn't. It was too sudden, too violent, too soon. Jack has asked a time or two if he can give her a biscuit as he gives our other dog one, and I explain to him again that she is in doggie heaven. I am strangely protective of our other dog now. I worry she will get lonely, I worry that she is sad. She is taking care of me, too.
Dottie was such a lovely dog...full of personality, full of orneriness, and love. As most dogs are. She loved crawling under the covers and keeping my feet warm. She loved to give kisses, and she loved us. She let Jack pull on her ears and roll all over her. She loved for me to carry her...I did it from the time I got her and even at 45lbs, she always welcomed it. The house seems empty without her, even with all the commotion still going on. It's hard filling up one bowl of food and calling Millie's name without hers along with it. It's hard to walk in the door and not see her tail wagging. I know it's just a dog, folks...but it doesn't make it any easier to admit she's gone.
