My Sweet Baby Was Hit By A Car

My sweet baby Miss Giz was hit by a car and taken from me on the morning of 10/23. She was almost 12 years old and such a huge part of my life. We don’t have children and loved this little girl as our child.

It was a morning like any other – my husband took the dogs out front for their morning pee when suddenly the front door flung open and my husband was screaming for me to put some clothes on and come outside. I instantly knew what had happened. I ran out the front door in my robe and saw my sweet little girl lying there in the street. My husband again yelled at me to get dressed. At that point I thought we were rushing to the vet so I ran inside and frantically got dressed. By the time I got back out there he was holding her in his arms and shaking his head no. He had knelt down to pet her and tell her to hold still and she bit him. She was probably in so much pain that it was her instinct. He didn’t pull away from her and said that she died immediately after that. I’ve got a tremendous amount of guilt. She was so loving, so forgiving and I failed to protect her. Rather than going to her immediately I wasted time getting dressed. I wanted her to know that I was with her when she took her final breath. I know dogs should be kept on a leash at all times!!! She always listened so well, we thought that it was ok to let her out front early in the morning and late at night when there was no real activity going on in the neighborhood and we were ALWAYS with her. There are other dogs in the neighborhood who roam free day and night unattended and this happens to my baby!

I can’t concentrate at work, I cry all the time, and I hate going home. I constantly think of all the what if’s – even though I know I can’t change a thing. I miss her little face so much and I’d do anything to have her back. She was my best friend, always there for me.
We have plans on moving to Denver and now I have this horrible feeling that when we do we’ll be leaving her. I was so excited about moving and now I’m dreading it. I’m having such a hard time finding support from people that can relate to this tremendous loss.

Please leash your dogs no matter how well they listen. I’ve learned such a hard lesson.