Having a really tough day

I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately. She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo

I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately. She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo

Oh, Jo. I am *so* sorry. What a nightmare for you. I think a note would mean a
lot to the owners, and I think it would do you some good, too. It's not your
fault, but I know how awful you must feel. Hugs to you.

Sherry

I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately. She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo

Oh, Jo. I am *so* sorry. What a nightmare for you. I think a note would mean a
lot to the owners, and I think it would do you some good, too. It's not your
fault, but I know how awful you must feel. Hugs to you.

Sherry

"Jo Firey" wrote
I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front
of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed
like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out
to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately.
She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I
should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

How horrible for you, Jo. Many purrs for you and for the dog's people. I
think they would appreciate a note from you, if you can bring yourself to
write one.

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

"Jo Firey" wrote
I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front
of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed
like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out
to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately.
She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I
should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

How horrible for you, Jo. Many purrs for you and for the dog's people. I
think they would appreciate a note from you, if you can bring yourself to
write one.

--
Marina, Frank and Nikki
Email marina (dot) kurten (at) pp (dot) inet (dot) fi
Pics at http://uk.f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/frankiennikki

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 09:14:51 -0700, "Jo Firey"
yodeled:

I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately. She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo


I can't imagine any worse thing to happen to an animal lover than to
be (even inadvertantly) responsible for an animal's suffering and/or
death. Purrs for the poor poodle's peaceful passage, and for her
grieving owners. And for you, too- what dreadful luck.







Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 09:14:51 -0700, "Jo Firey"
yodeled:

I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately. She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo


I can't imagine any worse thing to happen to an animal lover than to
be (even inadvertantly) responsible for an animal's suffering and/or
death. Purrs for the poor poodle's peaceful passage, and for her
grieving owners. And for you, too- what dreadful luck.







Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

Oh I am so sorry Jo. I don't know what to tell you. I think I would indeed
write the people. I think it would help you feel better to express to the
people involved how you feel. I think it might help a little. I'm really
sorry for all of you. So sad.

Karen

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
...
I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front
of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed
like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out
to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately.
She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I
should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo

Oh I am so sorry Jo. I don't know what to tell you. I think I would indeed
write the people. I think it would help you feel better to express to the
people involved how you feel. I think it might help a little. I'm really
sorry for all of you. So sad.

Karen

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
...
I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in front
of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it seemed
like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got out
to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there immediately.
She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I
should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may be.

Jo

I think you need a few hugs too, Jo. I'm so sorry. I remember my Dad
hit a dog once, and it tore him up.

(((((((((((Jo)))))))))))

Joy

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
...
I was out last evening collecting the kids from their various after
school
events and picking up dinner.

It was the kind of night you don't like to be out. The classic dark
and
raining night.

A few blocks from home a little poodle trotted across the street in
front of
the car. I wasn't going very fast but the road was slick and it
seemed like
I skidded forever before I hit her. She looked enough like my own dog
to
have been one of her littermates.

I couldn't bring myself to even get out of the car. My grandson got
out to
check and her owners who heard my brakes squeal were there
immediately. She
was already dead. She had accidentally gotten out and was headed for
the
park across the street from her house.

I don't know how I get the picture out of my head. I don't know if I
should
go to see the owners today or send them a note or what I should do.

And I think my own ancient pup Sugar and my sweet Rosie cat have sore
ribs
from the hugs. Or holding on to then for dear life as the case may
be.

Jo