I have had Cindy for over 2 years. Her mama became pregnant with her on accident, and she was only 9 weeks old when her mom (Sandy) was murdered by our neighbor. The loss was aweful, but I took comfort in that Cindy was so much like her mom, right down to her wonderful warm brown eyes, that made me feel like I was looking into her very soul.
My old dog, Snoopy, finally passed of heart failure in July. I took comfort in that I still had Cindy. I never pulled my love for her back, I loved her like one of my own children.
She was so protective of me and the kids, and I felt safe with her here. She loved riding in the car, and I took her almost everywhere.
When Snoopy died, I noticed a huge change, and she didnt seem happy anymore. So I adopted Tanner, and she loved him immediately.
Shortly after I got Tanner, she began running off, when she was gone for 2 days, I started putting her on a chain when she went outside. I felt horrible doing it.
So I bought a radio fence, which she had before we moved here. She never left the yard, so I felt good about getting it again.
She spent the next 3 days running around with Tanner, wrestling in the yard, and was truly happy. I was relieved that she wasn't leaving the yard anymore.
But then Tuesday morning I let her out, and she left the yard. I think she chased some turkeys out of our yard, and ran right over the wire. Tanner was with her.
I looked everywhere I could think. I kept expecting her to come back just as before. She had never gone anywhere but down to the lake.
Thursday Tanner came back... by himself. I immediately knew something was wrong, and put up signs for her, and asked the neighbors.
Saturday I went out looking again, and went further then I thought she would have gone. Someone told me that there was a dog on the side of the road, several miles away. I went there to see, and sure enough, it was my beautiful little girl, lying dead on the side of the road.
Someone, the person who hit her I assume, had taken her collar off, and laid it on top of her. I think she was killed instantly, and they were checking for ID. I hope she was, I hope she didnt suffer, and die slowly on the side of the road.
I went home and told DH, who dug her a hole next to Snoopy, and I went back for her. We buried her in the back yard.
It still doesnt seem real. I never, ever thought she would die. She was so young, and a great dog. She loves us, and we loved her with all of our hearts. I believed we had at least 8 more years with her. I am in shock that she is gone. Never again will I gaze into her beautiful, clear brown eyes. Never again will she hop into the car for another ride. Never again will she snuggle me, or kiss the boys, or play with Tanner in the yard.
I have a physical ache in my chest, I feel empty, and can't stop crying. Today I drove over to the place she was killed, and stared at the big bloody spot on the road, crying. It hurts so much.
My old dog, Snoopy, finally passed of heart failure in July. I took comfort in that I still had Cindy. I never pulled my love for her back, I loved her like one of my own children.
She was so protective of me and the kids, and I felt safe with her here. She loved riding in the car, and I took her almost everywhere.
When Snoopy died, I noticed a huge change, and she didnt seem happy anymore. So I adopted Tanner, and she loved him immediately.
Shortly after I got Tanner, she began running off, when she was gone for 2 days, I started putting her on a chain when she went outside. I felt horrible doing it.
So I bought a radio fence, which she had before we moved here. She never left the yard, so I felt good about getting it again.
She spent the next 3 days running around with Tanner, wrestling in the yard, and was truly happy. I was relieved that she wasn't leaving the yard anymore.
But then Tuesday morning I let her out, and she left the yard. I think she chased some turkeys out of our yard, and ran right over the wire. Tanner was with her.
I looked everywhere I could think. I kept expecting her to come back just as before. She had never gone anywhere but down to the lake.
Thursday Tanner came back... by himself. I immediately knew something was wrong, and put up signs for her, and asked the neighbors.
Saturday I went out looking again, and went further then I thought she would have gone. Someone told me that there was a dog on the side of the road, several miles away. I went there to see, and sure enough, it was my beautiful little girl, lying dead on the side of the road.
Someone, the person who hit her I assume, had taken her collar off, and laid it on top of her. I think she was killed instantly, and they were checking for ID. I hope she was, I hope she didnt suffer, and die slowly on the side of the road.
I went home and told DH, who dug her a hole next to Snoopy, and I went back for her. We buried her in the back yard.
It still doesnt seem real. I never, ever thought she would die. She was so young, and a great dog. She loves us, and we loved her with all of our hearts. I believed we had at least 8 more years with her. I am in shock that she is gone. Never again will I gaze into her beautiful, clear brown eyes. Never again will she hop into the car for another ride. Never again will she snuggle me, or kiss the boys, or play with Tanner in the yard.
I have a physical ache in my chest, I feel empty, and can't stop crying. Today I drove over to the place she was killed, and stared at the big bloody spot on the road, crying. It hurts so much.
