Dog Got Hit By A Car

Yesterday, I went to take my dog out for his morning walk. We went to all his favorite parks. He was only 1 and a half years old and was still immature and innocent. As i came back from the walk and got into the main door of the apartment I took of his lead. At that very same moment someone opened the door and he ran out. I ran after him and watched him cross the big street to play with another dog. I thought I had just avoided death. I began to cross the street whilst my dog perched on the side walk waiting for me. As i crossed I heard the sound of a popped tire and heard my dog whimpering and limping. I was shocked. I thought my dog had hurt his leg but I ran over and saw that it had been a lot worse. I held him and watched him die in my hands. I called my mom immediately - crying - and told her the news. She rushed out of the house expecting him to be hurt, but not dead. We both sat on the street crying until we decided to bring him home.
For us this dog was not a pet, nor a friend, but our child. My mom had found him after after suffering from depression. She had gone to Greece alone to stay with her deteriorating mother. With in 3 months her mother had died and the depression began. In the midst of her depression she saw a small one, colored, dark brown chihuahua who was she said "looked like a little bean". She bought him the very same day and decided to give him the name "coffee bean".

"Beanbo", "Bean Bean", "Coff-Coff" and "boubi" (his most loved nickname) had become her light in the dark world of solitude and grief. She would need to take him out for walks and began to make friends and enjoy herself. That dog, had become her child, her best friend and every moment of her day would be spent in his company.

In 6 months I had come to visit for the summer (at first). From the first time I laid eyes on him I loved him. He was naughty yet sweet, excited yet loving and soon, I to had come to him as my son. I knew his every moved. I remember the way he would put one ear down and keep one up when he was thinking, the way he would put both ears back when he had done something wrong, the way he would nip and my socks whilst I walk, the way he began barking every time I put on my coat because he knew he was going for a walk. He became my bother, my son and most of all my best friend. Due to family circumstances it was deemed best to stay for another 4 months until my dad settled in a new area. It was in this time that I had to love him so.

He was a sweet and pure soul. He would walk from bedroom to bedroom to lick us, so none of us felt lonely. He was the most loving and beloved creature to ever set foot in the house. To see this tragedy happen to such a living and loving animal was devastating. The guilt I feel tears through me every night, even now writing this post, he should have his paws up on the chair waiting for a hug. I feel as though I ended his life and i miss him so. If i had kept the lead on for 3 minutes he would be here next to me. I woke up today and i see no reason to go outside, I feel like a murderer. I should never have taken of his lead. What is worse is that fact that after I leave soon on January 20Th to stay with my dad and brother, I will be leaving my mother alone again. How could I be such a terrible person? I've had other dogs die in my life, but never have I felt as though I was their cause of death. Whenever I close my eyes I see this incident. I have never loved another dog the way I loved him, he was 'unique'.





lukeqanderson lukeqanderson 16-17, M 189 Responses Dec 30, 2009

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Two days ago my dog Tiny died. He was a black stocky pitbull with lots of fun and life in him. He was hit by a truck that never breaked when it saw him and kept going along after running over him. My heart is so broken my dog was my baby and now he's gone. Im trying so hard to heal but I feel as if I'll never move past this: (

I lost my beloved dog yesterday. I was out gardening and she got out of the house and ran across the street. She was hit by a car.

I rushed her to the vet but she died.

I am so lost. She was a young dog and I adopted her 1 1/2 years ago. My husband had died and my children were having a very tough time and giving me a lot of trouble. She was pure happiness to me. I remember sitting on the couch with her sweet head in my lap and thinking that I could never live without her.

Now I must.

I have no idea how this will pan out. Another dog will come into my life at some point but I have no idea when.

We lost our puppy today, only 3-4 months old. Her name is Vixen, named after one of Santa's reindeers. Her siblings are called Cupid, Dash, Comet and Blitz. She was the most mischevious of the lot. Always running out of the house, squeezing her body under the gate. Although the tiniest, she was the bravest. It all happened so quickly. My husband and I walked out of the house and I closed the gate and headed towards a market just two streets away. Just as we reached the junction 3 houses away, we heard a shriek from a dog. We turned around a saw a dog under the back tyre of the car and I said a quiet, "Oh no" not knowing it was her until I saw Blitz at the corner of the car. I immediately screamed her name and ran towards her. But it was too late. There was so much blood. She was having seizures as my husband held her and soon her heartbeat left his touch. Now all I do is replay the scene in my head. Over and over and over again. It doesn't stop. I feel a knot in my stomach and question myself. What if I left the house earlier? Or later? What if I turned behind? Why didn't I notice? Why? Why? But these questions will forever remain questions... My husband feels so much guilt. If only I can take it away and make him feel better. To let him know that it was't his fault.<br />
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I miss the way she tilts her head when I call her name<br />
I miss her weird random hopping on all fours (much like a reindeer!)<br />
I miss the way she drags herself on her butt when I tell her to wait for her dinner<br />
I miss her.<br />
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Little mischevious Vixen the puppy<br />
You make me so angry yet happy<br />
Super smart pup but yet so cheeky<br />
Disturbing your siblings cheerfully<br />
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Sorry I didn't slow my pace<br />
Sorry I didn't decide on other ways<br />
Sorry you didn't see more birthdays<br />
Be cheeky now in a better place

I also lost my beautiful puppy she was 4 1/2 months had been the perfect day until we decided to go for a walk in a trail we were on our way there and she was in the back of the truck...I still dont understand why she jumped but when she did she landed under our car I ran out to see her and she was just still I believe she died instantly I just threw myself to the ground and cried and said I was sorry....she had rode in the back before and never did anything but that day she jumped and I lost my precious Nuna I havent been able to cope with herdeath ive cried and cried and wished it was all a dream but nothing changes I blame myself and think why didn't I tie her or just have stayed home....I loved her so much and have thought about getting another puppy but I know it wont be her....ill never get to play with her or hug her again now I get home and my house feels lifeless....words can't describe how much I miss her...I just hope she can see me and know I loved her so much....I love you nuna 3/27/14

Luke you are not a murderer. I will share something that happened to me. My husband and I pray and believe together. We knew it was getting close to the time that we would have to send our beloved Regis and Ruby (Bichon friezes-a year apart) home. I felt as though I was a murderer and told The Lord this.<br />
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He spoke and said, "It is not murder it is sacrifice. Offer them to Me as you would a lamb. They will be well taken care of." It was the hardest thing I have had to do. They were also my children and pure and loving beings. They were both getting to the age that I had to make a decision. Regis was in a little better shape than Ruby but his heart would have been broken if he had to survive without her. So they both had to leave at once. On the day they went home, my husband and I laid on the bed together amidst great tears and heartache. We calmed ourselves down and prayed. The Lord gave my husband this vision: both dogs were standing at an opening of some sort, like a window. They were leaping with joy and jumping up and down like little pieces of popcorn being popped. They were ecstatic. They were saying "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!! Daddie, Daddie, Daddie, Daddy, Daddie, Daddie!!!!! They were standing at the feet of Jesus. He could only see His Sandals. They continued this to show us how happy they were to be free of the confines of this world. The Lord showed us that they are in our future with Him.

Another 'unique' soul... I lost my dog on Sunday, January 19th when he ran out onto a highway... to chase the cars. We had him for 3 months, he was 14 months old. We were training him to be a trail-dog and while we had reasons to be leery with him around busy roads, we also knew he was doing well with the training and we thought he could resist the urge... we were wrong.
While stopped briefly on the forested trail, seconds before he took off, I thought "He's getting excited, maybe we should put the leash on him"... then I got back on my bike. When I knew he was off and running, I lept off my bike and chased him on foot. I couldn't see him and I could barely hear him over the din of the traffic. I was calling and calling, and I soon lost track of his footprints in the snow. As I ran, I was aware of cars breaking, slowing, and bunching out on the highway, and I knew then, in my heart, why, yet all I could think of was his collar; the one with his name tag that we had forgotten at home...we never forget that collar. And, the old wire fence lining the forest... was it enough to stop him?
I came to edge of the forest, which ended on a country lane-way spotted with houses. Ignoring 'no trespassing' signs, I kept moving forward, cresting a hill to look out over the highway... and then I saw him, lying across three lanes by the median, not moving. In crying/angry-yelling shock, I walked back to my partner who was still calling after him back by the trail. As I approached, alone, he told me "We'll find him. We'll find him." I explained what had happened.
Eventually, we collected ourselves and walked/biked out of cold, quickly darkening forest for what seemed like the longest stretch of time I'd ever experienced. Once we were home, we contacted the regional police who gave us the number and address of a local highway maintenance department. The department office was closed... but, later that night, at shift change, my wonderful father-in-law tracked down a snowplow driver who happened to have picked up our puppy. She was in tears as she handed over his body, stating that he must have been a special soul because his body was moved out of the way of traffic -- normally people don't stop and animals are utterly wasted on the road. Minutes later, when our father delivered him to a nearby vet clinic for cremation, our puppy merely looked to be asleep without hardly a scratch on him -- at least, that is what we were told.
Besides feeling responsible -- for expecting too much from him too soon, for not putting the leash on him, for not training him better or using a shock collar or some other technology -- what makes this even harder is knowing that he was not just our dog. His previous owner bred him and raised him for the first year of his life. Despite all of her other wonderful dogs, she sobbed when we left with him in our arms. The thought of having to tell her what happened breaks my heart all over again, every day, along with the pictures and videos and (truly wonderful and thoughtful) messages from all of our friends and family.
Amongst all these feelings, and in my selfishness, I am sad for myself: I waited for this dog for 7 years, for the 'stars to align' in terms of time, space and living arrangements, and I only got to be with him for 3 months. While I doubt my guilt will ever truly leave me, I am hopeful that one day I will be able to put my love and trust in another dog, and myself.

I lost my too baby's batman and dodger on 1/6/13 to a stupid car passing by not paying any attention I can't believe she hit them both batman I had for five years after I had a heart attack I was so depressed my little batman has done so much for me it hurts so bad I couldn't help him like he helped me and my little dodger was his son he was only 1years old so sweet and full of love my kid's and I cry so much every day it happend in front of all of us I can't believe this my poor sweet babies

Lost my dog today . As I was pulling up to my house I saw a truck parked in the middle of the street and man standing right next to a dog that had just got hit by a car. As I approached, the puppy started looking more and more familiar. It was my 5 year old friend "Cookie". I am a 20 but I cried a like a 10 year old. The sad part is , it's like she was waiting to say goodbye to me before she died. What are the odds that as soon as I got back from the grocery store she'd lay there dying and waiting for me!!! I feel so bad and guilty because I know I could have treated her way better than I did when she lived .. I don't know how to break the news to my 5 year old son about this .

Just lost my dog today. I feel so horrible he should not have gone that way. 10 years of joy with my little man I'm so sorry it had to end like this . You were the best dog ever !

We lost our 11 month old lab tonight.
I opened the door for my daughter who would be coming home from school. He got the screen door open and ran into the street. I feel so guilty! I never should have opened the door!

Where to begin? Night before last (11/17/13) was one of the worst nights of my life as my sweet little ten-year old Shih Tzu puppy "Ziggy" was killed after bolting out of the front door in a flight of thunder storm panic. The day started as any normal weekend day, but as time went on we heard of an impending storm. About 4:00pm as we were near the front door a clap of thunder so incredibly loud that it shook the whole house. In that instant Ziggy freaked out. He had becoming increasingly anxious in storms over the past couple years, but this one just rocked him to the core. In the brief moment after the thunder clap, my wife came up from the basement somewhat impervious to the storm and opened the door to shake off something she had been cleaning. The moment the door opened Ziggy bolted out the door. He ran and he ran and he ran. Of course we didn't know where or in what direction, but we knew it was a problem and we ran to out to see if we could catch him. He was nowhere to be seen. Usually, this little dog just hung out in the yard. Not this day. He was gone and we didn't even know where to look for him. After contacting the police and searching for over an hour in the pouring rain, we got a call from the police saying someone had just called to say they had hit a small white dog over a mile away from our home. I was back in the house with our two children. My wife and even my ex-wife and her husband where out looking and I sent them to the area where the police said the caller told them of the accident. It was dark, raining, ugly. After searching an area near a highway overpass on a busy road for a while they saw nothing. Then they spotted absolutely devastated carcass of what was once an animal. It was Ziggy. All I could do when I arrived was to scoop up what was left of him and bring him home for a proper burial. And then I had to explain it to the kids. I am still in a state of shock. He was the most loving, kind, friendly little dog who had spent ten years as the best friend to my autistic son. And now he is gone. But at least I got a call which gave us some degree of closer. If I hadn't gotten the call I would probably still be out looking for him. But now we know. And while we are heartbroken, we know we have been blessed to have this beautiful dog in our lives for ten years. We believe that clap of thunder was God calling him home. He is with him now. Cherish your pet. They are a gift.

I lost my sweet yellow lab, my best friend Jasmine yesterday to a truck. So wrapped up in guilt. I can't bear to be home. 4 and half years old, so much life ahead of us. Now she's gone. I miss her terribly. Rest in peace, Jazz 11/17/13.

I lost my dog two days ago. Her name was Jasmine too. She was hit by a car while she run away from the house. I miss her so badly..

Hi, tonight my little/fat Chihuahua kutie was just hit by car who just
keep on driving. I just went downstairs to empty the trash can as I always let Kutie go with me to use the restroom. As I make my way to the trash can quickly, I saw a light color car with bright lights sitting there talking to someone, so I made my way to the trash can
I heard a loud thump in the street, I knew I knew this cruel man HIT MY BELOVED KUTIE. I turn back and she was lying there with her eyes and face smashed in. OMG why would a person do such a thing to an innocent animal and on top of everything not ever STOP!
My KUTIE was my world she was blonde with the most pretties light brown eyes you every wanted to see. She love me so and as I did her tonight and every day of her life... I'm crying because she was
running after me to the trash can.. Why didn't I wait for her or why
didn't I have her on a leash.. Please GOD help me because she was all I had left. I'm looking at her doggy dish bowl and bottled water dish that I can not yet bring myself to move. I ask this young couple to place her in this trash bag so that she will be place in the dumpster.
I am in shock and sadness because I just do not know what to do or how to get her out the trash can and go bury her properly . Please help me to figure this out. Sign my baby KUTIE IS GONE 11/13/13

I had my dog get hit today, i can't stop crying, i miss her so much, i keep thinking this is a dream, and the *** hole who hit her, kept going, they didn't even stop.

Two nights ago my beautiful baby boy Boo, a choc chihuahua was hit by a car right in front of our house, killed instantly, obvious head trama. No one even stopped. My daughter was coming over for her birthday and was the one who discovered him. He had only been outside for about 7 minutes. It just happened that quick. He would be 10 years old on Halloween of this year. He was always so good about staying in our yard, but lately he had taken to crossing the street to explore a neighbors vacant lot. I feared for him because being chocolate brown, he was hard to see at night, not to mention being a 4 lb. dog. I regret so badly not protecting him better. I am grieving almost inconsolably. I pray that time will bring healing. He followed me everywhere I went from room to room every single day for nearly 10 years. He was here with me as my children have started school and I have found myself home alone. My ever constant companion. Everywhere I look, I expect to see him! I just don't hardly know how I will make it! Lots of prayer is all I can do! I love you, Boo! You are my Good Boy!

I lost my dog Brody this morning. I loved him so much. He was hit by a car while he was chasing a ball. He died instantly but his body looked perfect. When I picked him up he was completely limp. I miss him so much. The pain was unbearable. I had had him 2 years after rescuing him. I'm consoled by the fact that I had given him a very happy, loving, secure life. He was happy when he died and he died instantly. The pain and loss of a very loved pet is as real as any loss. There is a void that cannot be filled. I miss you Brody.

Last Monday 9/9/13 we had visitors and for whatever reason the door was left cracked open. Our 8 month old boxer girl got out and quickly darted. My 9 year old caught her but since her collar was off she darted quickly away running towards our busy street! My son was following trying to get her to stop she ran into the rode being missed by the first car and hit and killed by the second. All as we watched. In horror my oldest son got to her lying dead while I tried to comfort my sobbing 9 year old...This week has been horrific, filled with tears and loneliness! Almost blaming myself for being a failure...Tonight I was watching videos of her running in the back yard playing with our Bassett hound...Our family has been grieving the loss of our sweet family member!! I will never forget my son lying on her sobbing saying how much he loved her as he was rubbing her soft ears..I can't believe how this has rocked my emotions..I will never be the same....

I understand your pain my dog was hit by a car last night 9/11/13. My heart is in pieces. I feel so guilty that he wasn't on his leash. I'm going to miss my Chance.....

I lost my best friend Oopie, the exact same way only a week ago. I feel so guilty and such sadness! I cry every day and can't see his face yet, just the hit and then the sound. I feel broken and hollow!

I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my beloved Pomeranian a month ago. I understand your pain. Let's hope it will get a little easier with time.

Would like to add I'm will questioning myselfand can't find the answers. The street know what had happened and not 1 of them can out to help but will stop me or my mum in the street and ask but makes me wonder they had the chance to help

We lost our 3 year old westie yesterday dinner time she got hit by a car and died in seconds and she was the most loving dog I have ever met, she was well trained on and off a lead and never ran off an new when to stop always by ur side no matter what but yesterday she did just this yesterday and can't understand why and what made her run across that road we then found that her collar had snapped where you clip it 2gether found the neck, were still finding it hard and miss the little things

I am so sorry I know exactly how you feel the same thing happened to me just yesterday I went out to get the mail I closed the door so that my baby china would not get out but as I open the door to come back in she ran out I tried not to chase her because she then will think I'm playing with her. Well she crossed the street and got hit by a car she was a tiny little baby I watched the whole thing I also feel like a murderer I feel that's it all my fault. I treated her as my daughter and I lost her. Tell me if it's gotten any better for you??

I feel so overwhelmingly guilty. My faithful loving schnauzer Augie got hit by a car. My husband and I stepped out front our home last night watching the wind and rain because of high gusts. We let Augie with us but both of us thought the other let him go back in the house.
My husband usually puts him in his crate on the way to bed since he gets up early. I usually stay up longer.
Augie was prone to wondering off so we always pestered him to stay by us. Also he was all black and impossible to see at night. If he did run away, he'd bark at the front door soon as we closed it to come in.
There was no bark that night. I woke up and saw that Augie wasn't in his crate. I looked in every room. If I opened the sliding door Augie would whimper to come out of his crate in the morning. No whimpering or cage and dog tag rattling. Too dang quiet. Then I knew he wasn't here.
I woke up my husband and told him Augie isn't here. He said I know I let him in. Then he started calling for Augie.

Just then the vet called asking if we were missing a dog. At first I was thinking someone brought him there and a short relief. Then the woman told me that Augie is at the cross street less than a stone throw away. I couldn't bring myself to ask if he was dead. I just said why, did he not make it? She of course said no.
He got hit by a car. A kind passerby stopped to protect him from vultures she shooed off him. She called 911 and the police were just gonna take him. The woman insisted they call the vet. That beautiful lady said she didn't think it was fair not to contact Augies owner.
I told my husband to go get him and bring him home.
The kind woman had him wrapped in a bright orange fleece sweatshirt waiting for us. She said keep it.

My grief is not knowing how much he suffered. If we could have saved him. That he spent the night lying by the road while it poured rain on him. He had to have been there the entire night.
He always comes home and I know that's all he was trying to do.

I failed to protect him. I didn't think he was out. Can't shake this horrible pain.

He was on my heels everywhere I went. He was my protector for 9 years. He only slept if I did. I was quite sick for a long time and he stayed with me in bed. Everyone who visited got showered with affection whether they wanted it or not. My friends are crying with me. He was a real lover and the best pup I've ever known.

He was a rescue. I am only able to stop crying when I know he might have faced uncertain death at the pound. We gave him extra time and I think he was greatful everyday for us saving him. Like he thanked us every second of every day.

My husband buried him next to our other schnauzer Spencer. Do I dare get another? I don't think I can bury another.

I think I'm doing ok until I think of memories and good times and his funny quirks. Then I sob uncontrollably. I just want to hold him.

Augie, you are still here. You are my heart and I'll miss you forever. You are an angel among us.


I lost my Pomeranian a month ago and I feel the same way. I just want to hold her again and feel her kisses on my nose. Writing this I am sobbing, I understand exactly how you feel. I just hope that with time it will get easier..Hang in there...

That's sad I have a 1 year old female Yorkie terrier and I keep her by my side every second my heart goes 2 u so sorry for it loss of ur dog

Our 18 month-old Shih Poo, Buddy, was struck and killed by a drunk motorist on a quiet, residential street as we loaded our car on St Patrick's day this year. He was on a leash and not even 6 feet from us. The driver never stopped or slowed down.<br />
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We rushed him to a pet ICU and they stabilized him, but his internal injuries were too severe and he died after a 9 hour fight, just as they were prepping the OR for surgery. It was like losing a son.<br />
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Our hearts go out to all of you who have had similar experiences.


My best friend Duke was hit yesterday 3-29-13 on my birthday in front of me and my family. We are crushed, why he ran out the front door, why didn't I shut the interior door, why didn't I have him outside with us. I rescued him 1 and a1/2 years ago, he would be 2 on July 4 . He was definitely a part of all of our hearts and we will miss him greatly. We love and miss you Duke a Ruke

My little Roo died on August 10th last year. She was only 3. The shame, the guilt, the heartache is still overwhelming at times. I am just so so sorry I'd left the gate open. Earlier in the day, I'd opened the gates and driven the car straight in, watching as the dogs followed and thinking, "Look at them ther're so cute." And then my friend asked me if I wanted a drink. It was a hot day and the dogs came and sat with us outside and they're we all stayed. I completed forgot I'd left the gate open and it was only as dusk crept in and I went to get the dogs in that I realised the awful truth. I called and our other dog came back but from the direction of the road. In my panic I went back with her and got her lead. Why did I do that? I was so scared of that road because the cars drive so fast down there. And then I just lost my senses. The other dog seemed to want to run down the little lane that I used to walk them down so off we went. I shouted and shouted hoping she was down there but I soon turned back unable to find her. I came back to our drive and saw a car pull up further down the main road. I made my way down only to find little Roo there, motionless, in the ditch. My friend and I brought her home. I was in such shock. I cried all night and went and cuddled her. She was cold by now but I was still willing her to wake up. For days afterward I was hoping she'd just get up out of her grave. I even thought that maybe that wasn't her at all and she'd just run off to a neighbours so I set off one day to look for her. The grief and the guilt was so intense and it would come back in waves. The first six months were the worst but even now I still feel so guilty though sometimes I get glimmers of forgiving myself. I guess time is the best healer. I didn't mean for her to die. She was the most beautiful dog in the world, so innocent, so sweet natured and so adored. Rest in Peace xxx

I feel your pain. I hope we both can forgive ourselves one day.

My baby husky Annabel got hit by a car yesterday she was actually my brothers puppy she had just turned 6 months on 3/23/13 she was the one that brought happiness to our family. there was a point where my mom, dad, my younger brother and i were very depressed. my brother was hospitalized for about 7 times for depression and suicidal. she gave him love understanding friendship everything he ever wanted. he saw her get hit by a car, he ran up to her to hug her, when he hugged her she bit him of the pain and didn't let go she then died in his arms ... it was so painful seeing her thrown in the floor full of blood and he little green and blue eyes open. and my brother scream her name with such pain. it couldn't handle it .. its been a day with out her and i cant stop thinking about her. who is going to jump on me ? who is going to lick my face ? who is going to wait for my brother in his bed ? why did she have to go can someone help me understand that? why when she just had gotten us together as a family ? why did she have to leave my brother the person who loved her the most the person who took care of her. the person who slept next to her hugging her. why did she have to leave us alone? i dream with her and my brother wakes up screaming her name in the middle of the night... why my baby Annabel ??