on friday, march 24, 2006 my dog died. her name is dixie. she was only 3 years old (21 in dog years). i really, really miss her and i wish she was still here. a white truck hit her and broke her hips, jaw and puntured a lung. my dad and i were at my house, but my dad was the only one, besides the guy who hit her, to witness it. i wanted to help, but my dad said that it was to bad for me to see. then he rushed her to the vetenirians and started pumping fluids into her. thats when she died. i cried all that night, my sister cried too, my dad was devistated he had a hard time controlling himself, and mom was sad but she knew it was going to happen. we all knew it was going to happen; everytime my mom or my dad even myself would pull into the driveway she would dart right out in front, so im sure she did that when other cars drove by. now every time i see a bone, come home from work, see her toy in the middle of the living room, see a piece of her fur on my shirt, etc. i cant help to think of her and how much i wished she was still here, or how much i wish i could have said bye, or how much i wished i could have spent more time with her. i miss her soooo much.
i love you dixie.
