Good morning to all of you. Not good here.
I was going to come on last night, but just couldn't get my thoughts together yet. I had a hard time getting myself to settle down.
HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE day yesterday. It started out fine. My mother and I were even getting along. We were painting her deck so we left the gate open a crack to go in and out. She must have forgot to check it. She mentioned what a beautiful day it was and that her dogs should come out with us. They noticed the crack right away and took off. They immediately went running full blast for the road. We were in the yard and started yelling, but they didn't acknowlede us. Then we heard the truck coming. I just knew what was going to happen. We tried yelling for them again, but they kept going. We heard the terrible thump. She started crying and I told her to stay there. I ran out and saw their still bodies in the road. She was screaming asking if they were all right. I told her again to stay there b/c she has never taken stressful or tramatic situations well and I've always had to take over, even as a kid. I ran out to them, but they were gone. She yells "which one is it" and I had to yell back "both of them" and then she lost it. She's yelling "are you sure, can I call the vet" I had to tell her "no, they are gone" Her screams of "OMG both my dog, both my dogs are dead" keeps ringing through my head. Actually her screams and cries brought back the memories of when my sister died and that was years ago. 2 very nice men stayed and had me get a box. They put them in the box and in the car. I took them to the vet for creamation. This all happened at 3pm. When I finally tried to go to bed and watch TV, I couldn't get that terrible picture out of my mind. Obviously I didn't get much sleep last night.