Our sweet baby Oliver was taken from us Wednesday night. It was our fault, it could have been prevented. I know everyone always says "you can't blame yourselves". Oh yes I can.
He was in the front yard playing while we set up Halloween decorations. Once he saw a little girl and ran across the street to say hi. He loved saying hi to people. I called him and he came right back, he's never been that brave before. It should have been a sign.
I was watching my fiancee, Vinnie, string lights, and my back was to the street. I heard a thump thump and my heart stopped but I knew it wasn't Oliver. He never went into the street. I turned around and saw a big white truck driving away and Oliver lying in the street. I screamed for Vinnie and fell to my knees on the sidewalk. Vinnie ran to the street and picked him up. I said "Is he okay?" and he yelled "Call your vet!" I turned for the door and that's when he said "Oh baby, he's dead, he's dead." I looked in Vinnies hands and saw Oliver twitching madly for a second, his tongue sticking out. Then he was still.
We buried him on the beach. He loved the beach. It feels like losing a child. I am so alone here, not speaking the language, not working, having no friends. Oliver was my best friend and my child. We should have been smarter. We should have known better than to let a 3lb black dog run around in our front yard when it was dark out. It could have been prevented, and that is the worst part of the whole damn thing.
I am broken, I don't know what to do without him. I expected him to be a part of my life for years, not months.
http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/a...rimson/RIP.jpg