I didn’t mean it. I was driving along and suddenly felt a big bump. I have never driven over such a big bump before. At the same time I heard a dog or dogs making horrible frantic sounds. I didn’t realize those sounds related to me at first but I looked into my rear view mirror and saw a dog flailing wildly in the road. That’s when it hit me. I had run over a dog with my van.
I stopped my van and was crying almost screaming in disbelief. I was very fortunate to have an angel, a young woman walk up to me and say that it wasn’t my fault, that she had almost hit the pup too! I’m glad she pulled over. She saw the whole thing, and she didn’t have to pull over.
When I got to the poor dog, he was still. He may have already been gone. I stroked his fur. There was no blood. I’m glad he didn’t suffer long.
His “owners” a Mexican family, had taken him in as a stray but he was always getting out they said. Poor thing likes to run I guess.
I wrote about this today so I can let it go. It makes me feel awful when I think about that poor little thing writhing in pain then dying. A friend told me when I think about him to bless him and think of him having wings. That just makes me laugh. But I guess laughing is better than crying.
Ok. moving on. I’m going to try not to mention this again.