[Jane]

My sister called me last Thursday. "Murphy was hit by a truck". He was only two. He had so much life in him. I feel so sad. She told me how he had not wanted to go outside of a pee but the other dogs needed to go out so my sister made Murphy go too. Because of all the snow we have had she brought them out the front instead of the back yard. Murphy saw the neighbour shovelling snow and ran across the road. "A Truck (going to fast) ran over him". Murphy yelped once and then it was all over. My sister picked him up, he was limp with his little tongue hanging out. "Murphy was gone"
I feel so bad, sad for my sister.
I look at my two Yorkies and I start crying. I would feel like dyeing if it was one of mine. Death is one of the hardest thing to deal with. I know time will make things better but for right now it hurts sooooooo bad. My sister leaves in a different city and I wish I could be with her so I could give her a Big Hug. I'm the oldest child in the family and I should be able to make things better but I can't.
"Murphy is in heaven"