Oh god, that's awful. BCFC, if I was in your situation, I'd find those kids and run them down! My dog's accident could've been prevented if the darn woman had just slowed down (but then again, I didn't expect her to - she is an idiot, obviously - and she's going to jail for many, many years for doing horrible things to children - but if she had just been in jail before her trial, she would not have been able to kill Bandit), but it must make it so much worse when someone purposely tries to harm an animal!
The United States justice system has failed me again, I'm afraid. I wish they wouldn't let people like Bandit's killer out in public if they're caught doing something as horrible as what she was doing - I don't care if she hasn't been proven guilty in a trial - why risk it?!
When my mom called the sheriff to report what had happened, the dispatcher said someone had already anonymously reported it. We believe it was my aunt's friend. When she was told what had happened, she was enraged. Someone had purposely shot her dog a while back. As I hear these stories, I lose my faith in humanity.
But, the outpouring of support and sympathy I've felt has helped me regain it, for while I'm seeing the worst in a few, I'm seeing the best in most others. When I first told my friend from school, he offered to come over to my house and give me a hug. I think he probably told others about what happened, because I got so many hugs from people at school on Monday! Friends offered to help me with my homework and tell my teachers what had happened, as the distress over the accident did prevent me from doing homework over the weekend.
It seems as if almost everyone has a story. The vet my mom took Bandit to as soon as it happened said that her dog had died a week earlier. The poor vet had been backing up her truck and trailer and had accidently ran over her own dog, because he had been in the blind spot.
That's so awful, the poor woman.
And then, when my mom told another woman our story, the woman said she had lost her son last October! He was 41, and he had died in a horrible construction accident. That really brought it into perspective. While losing the dog I loved has been a heartbreaking experience, it's nowhere near losing a family member.
My mom and I still have his little box of ashes on the mantle. I don't think we have the heart to bury him just yet, but someday soon we will bury him in the garden near the woods where he loved to play. I know that he is still with us wherever we are; whether he is bounding just a few steps ahead of us through the woods or sitting in the backseat of the car sticking his nose out the window.
This is the day we got him, less than a year ago, on June 16, 2004.
This is him on the day we brought the 210 gallon home.
This is him with his little lovebird friend. He was so good to her.
wow, I can't even imagine what you're going through. I always fear that my dog will get hit by a car... I saw 2 dogs hit and killed by a car in front of us when I was a kid, because their owner was running on the sidewalk with them off-leash, it was unimaginably horrible.
