R.I.P Riley.....aka...Ri-bear
So this morning I'm sitting at my computer working, and my wife gives me a kiss and leaves for work. Minutes later my phone rings and to my horror it's my wife screaming and crying, something about our dog. She tells me that she's at the end of our street, so I take off sprinting.
I get to the end of the street and find my wife weeping and then I see our precious little Yorkie laying in the middle of the "main" road. Apparently a coal truck ran her over while she was trying to cross the road, guess she was following the neighbor's dog.
Not only was it incredibly sad because while Riley was our kid's dog...I loved her very much. She was my buddy that liked to sit in my lap and eat all the shit in Chex Mix that I don't like. I've seen some gruesome things in my days, but this was right up there. Maybe it was made worse by the fact that I loved this little animal, not like I love my kids...but she was up there, lol.
I grabbed a Wal-Mart bag and picked up the pieces of what was left, and found myself kneeling in the middle of the road crying my eyes out too. It was horrible, and just thinking about her dying that way has me tearing up again. It sucks, but I guess the one good thing is that she didn't suffer, because this had to be instantaneous death.
The worst part for me as a father is that I know what this pup meant to my kids, especially Alex. Riley was Alex's dog, and Alex was Riley's person..they were inseperable. I knew that this would kill him, and tonight when I told him...I saw a hurt in his eyes that I've never seen before and it crushed me. I somehow feel responsible, because a Daddy is supposed to protect his children from this type of anguish...but I couldn't. When I first told him, he jumped up and ran through the house looking for her, calling her name. Heart wrenching to say the least. He begged me to show him the body, maybe because he just didn't want to believe it until he saw her little lifeless body. There was no way I would expose him to something so gnarly though, and I explained that she was outside in a box for us to bury tomorrow.
I'm just really bummed gang and needed to vent a bit. Thanks.
I get to the end of the street and find my wife weeping and then I see our precious little Yorkie laying in the middle of the "main" road. Apparently a coal truck ran her over while she was trying to cross the road, guess she was following the neighbor's dog.
Not only was it incredibly sad because while Riley was our kid's dog...I loved her very much. She was my buddy that liked to sit in my lap and eat all the shit in Chex Mix that I don't like. I've seen some gruesome things in my days, but this was right up there. Maybe it was made worse by the fact that I loved this little animal, not like I love my kids...but she was up there, lol.
I grabbed a Wal-Mart bag and picked up the pieces of what was left, and found myself kneeling in the middle of the road crying my eyes out too. It was horrible, and just thinking about her dying that way has me tearing up again. It sucks, but I guess the one good thing is that she didn't suffer, because this had to be instantaneous death.
The worst part for me as a father is that I know what this pup meant to my kids, especially Alex. Riley was Alex's dog, and Alex was Riley's person..they were inseperable. I knew that this would kill him, and tonight when I told him...I saw a hurt in his eyes that I've never seen before and it crushed me. I somehow feel responsible, because a Daddy is supposed to protect his children from this type of anguish...but I couldn't. When I first told him, he jumped up and ran through the house looking for her, calling her name. Heart wrenching to say the least. He begged me to show him the body, maybe because he just didn't want to believe it until he saw her little lifeless body. There was no way I would expose him to something so gnarly though, and I explained that she was outside in a box for us to bury tomorrow.
I'm just really bummed gang and needed to vent a bit. Thanks.
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