Saturday, October 20, 2007

Mark over at Texas Fellowship lost his beloved family pet this week. If you've got a second, head on over and drop an encouragin' word.

The day after her 14th birthday, a door didn't catch fully, swung open, and my Jack Russell bitch was off to the races. I watched as a speeding car ran right over her and never even stopped. I can't tell you how horrific that was. Miracle of miracles, the car hit her squarely on the side and she rolled like a little weenie underneath, breaking nary a bone. She did have minor lacerations on her head, but apart from a case of shock, she was fine. Me, on the other hand, running for 3 blocks back to the house with her in my arms and doing more wailing and snot-slinging than a clutch of professional mourners, well, I think I shaved some time off my life that day.

But I have to say, even if my dog had died that day two years ago, it would have been worth it, if it made that woman think twice and drive slower in residential neighborhoods. As it is, we're on extended play, and I'm grateful for every day with my doglet, and too often come the reminders of how lucky I am and how things could easily have been otherwise.

Blessings to you and your family, Mark, as you mourn the loss of your family member.

3 comments:

Mark said...

Thank you for your prayers.

g bro said...

You never want to lose your baby animals. Unlike kids, they don't grow up and move out to have their own lives. You look after the for their entire lives. It's terribly painful if they die.

Becky said...

That's so sad. Every time my terrier gets out (mistakes happen and he learned out to open the screen door), I'm literally terrified at the thought that he will get hit by a car while he's out. It's probably the most heart-attack-inducing moments that I've ever had.