The memory of watching Lucky get killed . Last night I get a flashback of the moment the car ran over him and I hardly couldn't go to sleep from crying. Sometimes I just wish all my memories of Lucky just go away. If I think of the good times we had with each other, I just start missing him like crazy, wishing he was still here. And sure rainbow bridge is comforting, but no one really knows what happen when we die. And I hate the fact that he had to die so young and so painfully. I mean if he had died an old dog in his sleep, I probably wouldn't be feeling as bad as I am feeling now. I just wish he had experience a little more. Sometimes I resent having Pepe and how Pepe is experiencing more than Lucky did, sometimes I feel I've betrayed Lucky by getting Pepe. I hope he knows I miss him and if only wishes came true, and he would be with me right now. And it beinging a hit and run makes it worst, I want to know why couldn't they stop, why need they have to keep going, they could of just stopped as soon as they hit him, not ran over him, he might of still been alive. And the worst part of it is guilt, the ''if only''. If I had a leash on him this would of never happened, but its to late for if only The only comfort I get is knowing that his last two days were happy, eating his favorite food, chicken and going to the dog park and going on long walks, getting belly rubs, and sleeping with me. When people ofer me sympathy its okay, but they just don't know how much it kills me inside, not just the loss but witnessing the whole thing.