My Beagle Is Gone
I lost my best friend yesterday - so I now know what all of you who have written before me are going through. I am crying as a write this. I have never felt this bad in my life. The sense of loss I feel is terrible - and I don't know how to even begin to get over it. It happened when my daughter took my Beagle for his afternoon walk. On the way back she stopped at the traffic lights and waited for the lights to change so she could walk across. For some reason my dog Patch pulled forward and tugged his lead out of my daughter's hands and he started running across the road. He was struck by a car coming the other way right in front of my daughter. Unbelievably, the two men in the car reversed up and waited for my daughter to tug our poor dead Patch off to the side of the road - and then they took off, leaving my 13 year old daughter a sobbing mess on the side of the road with my dead dog lying in her arms.
My only consolation is that we believe he died instantly - and would not have been in pain for long. Fortunately there are some good people in the world. A nice lady who saw the incident stopped to help my daughter. She even put the dog in her car and took off with my daughter to a nearby vet. Sadly, the vet confimed the worst. He was dead. I am so grateful to that lady nevertheless as she would have provided some comfort for my daughter.
I feel incredible loss and emptiness - and major guilt. My dog had gotten used to being fed right after his afternoon walk and I think this is why he bolted out of my daughter's hand. He was thinking only of his dinner - and anyone who has every known or had a Beagle will know what I mean. Beagle's live for food and walks and not much else. If only I had changed his feeding routine. If he was not expecting food this tragedy may not have happed. My daughter came home and cried all night. My wife and 12 year old son are devastated, and I have lost my best mate, my daily companion (I work from home). I don't know how I can ever fill the void of his absence. I see him all around the house. Sitting on his couch in the lounge room. On the floor beside my work desk. I am totally devastated.