My Little Dog Was Killed By A Car Last Night
My precious boy Coco was killed last night at approximately 9:50pm. He was a miniature pinscher. We live in a quiet neighborhood, so why someone was out at 10pm on a sunday night on my street is beyond me. I didn't see it, thank god, but my mother did. She said they didn't even slow down. Not before or after. They kept going like nothing. For gods sake, i break for squirrels when they run out in front of my car. Coco was only 10 pounds, so he died instantly. I feel horrible. This is the first time i dont go out after him, and he gets killed. He's escaped so many times, i figured he'll be backin a few minutes like always. He was hit coming back home. He died being a good boy. His birthday is the same day as mine, November 4. He was going to be 12. I feel terribly guilty. Why didn't i go after you? Why? I will nevef be able to forget my father sobbing. I have never seen him cry, and he was wailing. The image of his limp body in my moms arms will always be with me. We buried him immediately. It wasn't until my mom pointed it out that i realized i was barefoot and had his blood all over my shirt. I didn't even feel it. All i felt was my boy's limp body in my arms. I must have said im so sorry coco over a hundred times. I woke up today saying it. You were taken from me in one second. 11 years gone in one second. The crazy thing is i didnt want to take off my clothes. His blood was all i had left of him. Am i a sick person for not throwing them out? I Cant. I put them in a box in the back of my closet. I just can't throw them out. They're all that's left of my coco. MY coquito. Im sorry boy. Im sorry i didnt go after you. Im sorry we wont be able to celebrate our birthday. I'm sorry boy. Please rest in peace, and keep duke and rocky company.