Having a really tough day

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

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.

Jo


What an awful thing to happen to you. Purrs for you and the dog's owners!
--
Margaret Fine

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.

Jo


What an awful thing to happen to you. Purrs for you and the dog's owners!
--
Margaret Fine

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 09:14:51 -0700, "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.

Jo


Oh, {{{{{Jo}}}}}}} I am so sorry. This has to be so devastating for
you.

If you can, I think it would be good to go see the owners I would
think they would be appreciative that you stopped, and how you feel,
and maybe you can help comfort each other.

You will probably grieve this little one as though it was your own,
and that's okay. Do what you need to do. And realize that no matter
what, accidents *happen*. And there is usually not a thing we can do
to stop them. You did the best you could.

Blessings,

Ginger-lyn

On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 09:14:51 -0700, "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.

Jo


Oh, {{{{{Jo}}}}}}} I am so sorry. This has to be so devastating for
you.

If you can, I think it would be good to go see the owners I would
think they would be appreciative that you stopped, and how you feel,
and maybe you can help comfort each other.

You will probably grieve this little one as though it was your own,
and that's okay. Do what you need to do. And realize that no matter
what, accidents *happen*. And there is usually not a thing we can do
to stop them. You did the best you could.

Blessings,

Ginger-lyn

Oh no Jo!!!! I've been there before and it hurts like hell. Many hugs
and soothing prayers.

Grace

"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 no Jo!!!! I've been there before and it hurts like hell. Many hugs
and soothing prayers.

Grace

"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

Jo, accidents happen. None of it was your fault. We will light a candle for
the little pup's safe journey to the RB.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"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

Jo, accidents happen. None of it was your fault. We will light a candle for
the little pup's safe journey to the RB.
Jazz & his mama

--

Irulan
from the stars we came, to the stars we return
from now until the end of time


"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

"Jo Firey" wrote in message
...
.... 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.
....
Jo
I remember when one of our dogs got out and was hit by a car. The driver
couldn't help it. The dog ran right under his tires. The poor man stopped
and he had tears in his eyes. It meant a lot to us that he stopped and that
he cared.
I think a note to the owners would be a nice gesture.
Hugs,
Annie