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Originally Posted by jp4m2  I got back about an hour ago from picking up his ashes....I couldn't even finish the sentence of why I was there without the tears flowing....My husband had to finish telling them..... All I could think of was my little Joey was in that awful white box.......This is so painful.  ....... |
I know exactly what you are going through and how you feel. Our Little Buddy was hit by a car May5th at 3:24 PM . My son Isaac heard a yelp and then saw him laying in the street and the car that hit him didn't even stop. Isaac ran into the road. He didn't even notice the school bus coming and I thank God every day the bus driver had seen the dog in the road and saw coming to a stop or Isaac would be gone also. Daily Buddy would jump into my arms from the floor if I was standing and not giving him enough attention or if I just got home. He laid at my feet while I worked at home. We buried him in our back yard. I co-owned this dog with my 8 yr old daughter. She was at dance class. She has been devestated. My sister in law bought a tree to be planted in Montana and sent us a Plaque Abby hung it on the cross she made for his grave. I remember telling myself some time last year. The disrespect my older children have for assisting me in keeping track of my dogs while they were in the house would be the end of Buddy and I will only be getting one littler from him. I hate ever having that feeling, it came true. Abby doesn't even want to go to dance classes any more. My 30 yr old, her husband, my 21 yr old, were all in the house down stairs and knew the door had been opened and they shut it and didn't think to say hey
Angel hey Buddy are you both in here. I was watching TV in my room and the rule is if no one is playing with the dogs and we are all too busy then leave them in their cage. I hadn't taken them out. I could spend my time blaming everyone else but I blame myself. I knew both of them had been under my bed and I knew they weren't any more. Why didn't I go down stairs and check on them. I also Thank God that Angel was in the house or maybe I would have lost her and her unborn pups. She whelped 7 puppies on May 20th.
I didn't leave my house for the next week. I HARDLY LEFT MY ROOM FOR 4 DAYS AFTER THE ACCIDENT.