I hope all of you remember my post where I had fostered 2 border collie mix puppies, and that there was a mastiff with HA and a man came down to to visit him, but declined. Diesel was since PTS.
My uncle, when he died, originally gave a relative his animals. I was pawned off his largest dog, his 3 and a half year old Golden Rtriever named Maya, whom I treasured dearly.
A few days after I brought Jackson and Hillary home, tradgedy struck. I came home from work to find find a trail of blood leading from the middle of the road a bit less than a quarter mile from my farmland, trailling all the way up onto my driveway. I ran to my front porch to find Maya collapsed, on the ground, bloody and dead. She was stone cold, Hillary nestled in her fur.
Jackson came tottering from behind a bush, greeting me.
I took her body to the vet along with Jackson and Hillary right away. Maya had been hit by a car, left there to die. I was shocked- I never leave Jackson and Hillary OR Maya outside on they're own. The puppies were okay, despite they were cold.
I went home with the puppies and Maya's body, who is now burried in a pet cemetary on an animal shelter property. I tried to piece together what had happened.
I realized as soon as I walked into the door. My house was COLD. There was SNOW in my KITCHEN because the back sliding glass door was wide open. I realized I must have been in such a rush in the morning, I had left it open. But, knowing Maya, I don't think she ran out right away.
The gate in the living room that blocked off access to the house that kept Hillary and Jackson confined was in tact, nothing had happened. How did they get out?
The cushions on the couch were on the ground, and I realized they had jumped up on the couch and took a flying leap over the gate.
This is what I think happened:
While Maya was sleeping, the pups snuck out. I think Maya noticed when she woke up and trailed their scent or something.I think Maya was running after them when she was hit, and she carried one of them back home, and the other followed.
I feel so hollow inside, almost as hollow as I did when I lost my Dre. I feel so dark inside. Because of my own stupidity, I lost a friend and nearly lost 2 others. I filled out the papers to adopt Jackson and Hillary, but I don't know anymore. They've come so far. They don't care if you come thundering down the stairs or sneeze suddenly. They follow me around the house and are very independant towards eachother for littermates.
I don't know anymore, guys...
It's all my fault. If I had remembered to set my alarm clock for 6:30, not 7:30, I wouldn't have been almost late. I wouldn't have rushed to feed the goats and get to work. I wouldn't have let my Maya die.
My uncle, when he died, originally gave a relative his animals. I was pawned off his largest dog, his 3 and a half year old Golden Rtriever named Maya, whom I treasured dearly.
A few days after I brought Jackson and Hillary home, tradgedy struck. I came home from work to find find a trail of blood leading from the middle of the road a bit less than a quarter mile from my farmland, trailling all the way up onto my driveway. I ran to my front porch to find Maya collapsed, on the ground, bloody and dead. She was stone cold, Hillary nestled in her fur.
Jackson came tottering from behind a bush, greeting me.
I took her body to the vet along with Jackson and Hillary right away. Maya had been hit by a car, left there to die. I was shocked- I never leave Jackson and Hillary OR Maya outside on they're own. The puppies were okay, despite they were cold.
I went home with the puppies and Maya's body, who is now burried in a pet cemetary on an animal shelter property. I tried to piece together what had happened.
I realized as soon as I walked into the door. My house was COLD. There was SNOW in my KITCHEN because the back sliding glass door was wide open. I realized I must have been in such a rush in the morning, I had left it open. But, knowing Maya, I don't think she ran out right away.
The gate in the living room that blocked off access to the house that kept Hillary and Jackson confined was in tact, nothing had happened. How did they get out?
The cushions on the couch were on the ground, and I realized they had jumped up on the couch and took a flying leap over the gate.
This is what I think happened:
While Maya was sleeping, the pups snuck out. I think Maya noticed when she woke up and trailed their scent or something.I think Maya was running after them when she was hit, and she carried one of them back home, and the other followed.
I feel so hollow inside, almost as hollow as I did when I lost my Dre. I feel so dark inside. Because of my own stupidity, I lost a friend and nearly lost 2 others. I filled out the papers to adopt Jackson and Hillary, but I don't know anymore. They've come so far. They don't care if you come thundering down the stairs or sneeze suddenly. They follow me around the house and are very independant towards eachother for littermates.
I don't know anymore, guys...
It's all my fault. If I had remembered to set my alarm clock for 6:30, not 7:30, I wouldn't have been almost late. I wouldn't have rushed to feed the goats and get to work. I wouldn't have let my Maya die.