I Killed a Dog

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.

About Maureen, Living in a Van

I'm a free-sleeper living in a van in the prettiest part of the world. I do this partly due to financial circumstances and partly because I love a good adventure.
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2 Responses to I Killed a Dog

  1. Donna says:

    So sorry this happened to you 🙁 BTW… Maybe you could create a Facebook page? Easier to keep up with? Maybe?

  2. Lynn says:

    Oh, I feel for you. I hit a deer once while I was driving a country highway near my home. I was going slowly through a construction site and it just jumped in front of my head lights so I swerved but there were two and I hit the second one.

    So upsetting, I didn’t sleep well for a week. But it happens, animals are just not street smart. I always call my dog a “dumb blond” because sometimes she is so oblivious to what is around her.

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