My Dog Was Killed After Being Hit By Car

Our beloved Booker , less than a year old died on Friday 6/25/10. It is like a horrible dream and I hear the sound of the impact in my head over and over. I am asking God for peace and comfort in this time , but I know it will be with me forever. He was the sweetest 80 pound pit bull/ yellow lab/ German Shepard. What a mix. I went to walk him and before I could get the leash on him he bolted into the street because he saw the dog park on the other side.Totally my fault and my wife and son are paying the price. I love you Booker and I am sorry...
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11 Responses Jun 29, 2010

My ChiSpaniel named Mysti was only 2-1/2yrs old when my husband "accidentally" left out side gate propped opened for the dozenth time and she got out and hit by a speeding car and died. We had been blessed to have randomly bought her off of a man who was carrying her around in a shopping bag at the mall when she was only 5 weeks old and only 2-1/2lbs. I'd never seen a cuter puppy in my life, nor had I even heard of a chihuahua Cocker Spaniel mix. I raised her for weeks on formula, she slept with me every night, followed me when I got up to go anywhere...she was a child to me and like a surrogate sister to my 6 yr old son who had no other siblings to keep him company. My husband has been careless and forgetful on a few other occasions and I'd warned him if he ever left the gate propped opened and she got out and hurt or worse I'd NEVER forgive him. It didn't help to the fact that he's cheated and lied throughout our marriage and I was ready to divorce him BEFORE he carelessly caused our dogs death. To me she was so much more than a pet, she was a pure soul, constant comfort from my troubles and unconditional source of love. I had let her out into our securely fenced in backyard as I always had, naturally assuming no one would be careless enough to leave a gate opened since my husband had finished his yard work hours before and left for a doctors apt. However, the side gate was opened as far as it goes unbeknownst to me since it can't be seen from our rear door we let her out from. She was extremely friendly to other animals, children, etc and most likely was trying to cross our very busy street to visit the dogs who lived across the way. I was on the phone with the insurance company and next thing I know the neighbor comes knocking at the front door, and points to the road saying "isn't that your dog?". My heart cracked...I ran in a panic shaking to her. She was laying there, all 14lbs of her barely breathing and her eyes seemed fixed and dialated. I was afraid to move her and more afraid that another car would come and not stop. Cars ALWAYS speed on our street. I called 911 and got down on my knees and petted her begging "NO! Not my baby!". Within seconds I watched her take her last breath and the neighbor said "she's gone". I carried her to my lawn where I sat holding her limp body screaming, called my husband to rush home. It seemed like a terrible nightmare. I have had two dogs before that lived to ripe old age since I was always a responsible pet owner. I never in a million years thought this could actually happen to her. I'd always been careful to close gates, doors, etc...taken the best of care of her like she was my own baby. She was such a special dog, unlike any other...both in appearance, temperament and intelligence. She was extremely friendly, sociable and smart. I carried her into my backyard and held her shaking and waited for my husband to come home. My poor son came out and asked if she was dead and I said yes and he got terribly angry. I told my husband to dig a grave in our yard in a special spot and bury her with her favorite toys. My mom came and saw her in my arms. I had wrapped her in a towel. I still can't believe it happened. I have a rate of anger at my husband even though I know it wasn't done on purpose it was still careless and unthoughtful. I have always felt it was my duty as my pets owners to protect them and keep them safe always. And what kills me is she had to suffer and die so horribly and so young. If been bawling day and night periodically for two weeks. I look outside and still a flash of seeing her laying in the street appears. I don't know how I will ever heal from this tragedy. I'm reminded day and night, I've lost a lot of sleep and cried so hard my eyes swelled shut. The pain squeezes my throat and feels like I'm being stabbed in my heart. I know she never deserved this to happen to her and I felt so horribly hopeless seeing her laying there and not being able to help her. I wish I could bring her back if not for a minute to hold her and tell her how much I love her. My soon-to-be-ex husband sits on the couch seeing me with tears pouring down my face and doesn't even have the decency to try and be consoling. How can I stop my heart for hurting? I feel like I just can't move forward from this tragedy.

Our 6 1/2 year old Scarlett was killed by a car yesterday and I am beside myself. She was such a great dog - friendly, gentle, well-trained - but had this crazy hyperfocus about squirrels, rabbits, etc. that was her ultimate undoing. We live in a suburban area that is pretty congested, and she would often run after vermin, but we always managed to get her back safely. Ironically, we were at the beach for the holiday and she bolted from me when I unclipped her leash - I will never forget the look on her face as she made the decision to bolt. I followed her for a bit as she got on the scent of something but the area was quiet and I hadn't seen any cars around at all. I asked my boys to go retrieve her as I had a lot of work to do closing up the cottage for the season. In minutes I heard my 11-year old's panicked voice calling for me that she may have been hit by a car. I ran over to the next block to see my 14-year old waving frantically and the poor dog lying in the street. The driver had stopped and said the dog had bolted into the street in front of him, which was not hard to believe. She was still alive as she lay there, looking stunned and panting, but she wasn't moving. I noticed right away that her eyes were bloodshot, and while I was hopeful we could get her some help, I feared the worst. This being a holiday, the closest open animal hospital was at least 30 minutes away, but we carefully placed her in the back of the SUV and began our drive to get help. My boys were very upset but tried their best to comfort her. About 10 minutes into the drive, my son said her tongue had changed color and I knew that was not good. I pulled over and checked on her and my heart sank. All of the hope was drained out of me. We finally reached the hospital and they confirmed our worst fears: Scarlett was dead. The hospital folks were very nice and professional, but we were devastated. It's been about 24 hours now, and I feel awful. I can't think of her without tearing up, and I can't focus on anything else. It is just so hard to believe that two days ago our pup was swimming off our boat and enjoying life to the fullest, and now she's gone. I hope this feeling goes away soon. It is just awful.

My 2 labs Duke of 10, years and Nevaeh of a year ran off @ 1a.m. yesterday morning March 24th. 2013, and we searched and searched.. I finally at 6p.m. decided to post a pic. and my number on fb.. Before you know it I had all kinds of message of spotting them.. I got 1 that she had seen them 10 minutes earlier at a bridge. I went but didnt find them. I came home and got my husband and we went back only to find Duke dead in the median.. It was devastating.. He was just hit and killed and was still warm.. It felt like my heart had been ripped from my chest.. We searched, but couldnt find Neveah!! We went and had a proper burial of Duke and went to search more for Neveah, not finding her.. We came home and getting out of the vehicle I see her scared and wore out coming up the back yard.. It was tears of grief and joy!! I have to come to terms of why he had to be taken from me that way and not make it home.. He will be deeply missed./.

I was pet sitting my son's puppies (3), and my husband was just watching them for about four hours outside while I was asleep. When he came in to get some rest, I awoke and heard them barking and scratching at the door like they were hungry, or had to release themselves from the food they ate. I decided to let them back out and give them some water and food, and they were eating like they were really hungry, so I came back in the house for about 3 minutes. I heard them barking really loud constantly like something was wrong, when I got to the door, a man was at my door panicking and pointing to the street in front of my house. I started screaming and ran to get my husband. I was so hurt and disappointed because my son loved that puppy. His name was big boy, he was one of 13, and was the biggest, fattest, and healthy one. His eyes was like mint green with grey and white. Earlier when I was taking him outside, I looked at him and said you are so cute, your eyes are so beautiful. Well the man that accidentally hit him put us on the back of his pick up truck and took us the the emergency vet. Big boy was still moving and trying to get up, but he was bleeding from the mouth too, after I pick him up. The vet immediately told me that he was not going to make it, and I cried. I had not cried over a dog since I was about 13 years old, and I'm 45. My son is not speaking to me and my husband and he took the rest of the dogs and left. When tried our best to take care of his dog, considering that we never had a dog since adult age, and he kept leaving the pups on us every day for days at a time. He don't understand how I feel inside, I really had gain a closeness with big boy. I loved him. Hope this does not bother me too long! I accidentally killed a kitten when I was a teenager by slamming his head in the door when he was trying to jump in, I didn't see him, and that stayed with me for many many years. Didn't know how much I really love animals until now. I did had a pup name bay bay when I was about 9 years old, and bay bay was found dead when we woke up the next morning, and I had a hard time getting over her. This was a good outlet for me tonight to express this, because I wish big boy was still here. Thank you.

Well my dog died on Nov 7 2012. She was a 6 year old boxer.. She got out of the house And took off.. Funny thing is she has never went farther then the ditch in front of our house. She ran about a mile to the hwy. Wr she was hit. We searched for her for 4 12 hours. Something was pulling me towards the hwy.. I kept preparing my self to not find her or if I did find her to turn away until my husband came home to spare the kids.. Well when I walked up on her I broke down crying so loud my children could hear me.. I prayed to god to give me the strength to help me with the decision.. I picked my dog up and cradled her in my arms and laid her in the back of the pickup... We took her home And gave her a proper burial in our back yard with friends and family... It has been hard and I have flash backs of finding her.. It's hard for me to drive that route.. My heart pounds and my memories race.
Although we don't know exactly what happen or when it happened who ever hit her was compassionate. They took her from the hwy and placed her in the ditch so she would be found... We will miss our cena.. Nothing will replace her... She now lives in our hearts and memories where nobody can take her from! RIP Cena 825/2006 to 11/7/21012 love you girl... Mom, dad, sister and brother and your fury sister

Three of my dogs got out one night. I saw my Jack run across the street and I followed him. I was in my pajamas and slippers. He was hit and killed right in front of me. The driver did not stop. I called to him and he tried to get up, but his injuries were just too severe. I was so distraught that I stood in the middle of this busy street and flagged down a car. This kind man moved my Jack to the sidewalk, so he would not get hit again. This man also hugged me and gave me his condolences. I have to drive on this street everyday. The other two dogs were in my yard when I got home. I was covered in sweat, dirt, blood (I fell while running) and tears. I miss him everyday. He was part of a litter of 4 that I've had since birth (I had their Mama). Even though I was grieving, it broke my heart to watch his litter mates grieve. Their presence and love have helped me get through one of the most difficult times of my life. I believe that we helped each other.

My Sasha, a golden retriever/great pyreneese mix, got out of my yard when someone opened my back gate. We searched everywhere for her for 3 days. Then on the 4th morning we found her lying by the side of the road when we were on our way to work. Although I don't have memory of the impact sound, I will never forget the way I felt when i first knew it was her lying there. You all have my deepest sympathy.

Even though it's 2012 I thought I would add my "sorries" to you and your family. My heart just aches for you and I hope you are all starting to heal. I can't imagine losing a beloved pet like that at such an early age but I'm sure you must have many happy memories of your year with Booker to bolster your spirits. I rescued a cat many years ago and even though I only had her for a week I still have memories of her that I "bring" out from time to time.

It's not your fault. The dog did what dogs do. The best medicine is to go to the pound and rescue a dog that might be put down were it not for your saving it. When my dogs all died I immediatly went to the animal shelter and got two new ones. Knowing that I was put on the earth to care for dogs, I immediatly searched for the next dog that I can save from a shortened life. I now have two cute beagles one of which required two surgeries to remove enlarged salivary glands after we got her.

I replay that terrible sound too. Scarlet ran from me to go chase a squirrel and got hit by a car. I know they still love us. They dont have any concept of what a car can do to them. They wouldnt blame their humans for what happened. Remember how loyal they always were? We can always look for their spirit in another dog that needs as much love as we gave them.

Oh, I'm so sorry for you. I lost my Dobie while trying to make a gate from lawn chairs in the neighbors garage. Some stray cat jumped up ran out of the garage and Roman followed and I replay that hit sound over and over. I shoulda, woulda, coulda, takes over and it can't help what happened.<br />
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Maybe Roman and Booker are at Rainbow bridge playing together. Hopefully, we will see them again when it's our turn into the next life. I love Roman! Since the accident we had to move from that house. I couldn't stay there, I just couldn't. Do you think they still love us?

Without a doubt they still love you. Dogs are the some of the most pure creatures. They don't holds grudges and they love beyond reason :)

Yes, they will always love you. They are four-footed angels. I try to be the kind of person that my dog thinks I am. (author unknown)