I Killed My Dog

I killed my best friend. She was my rescued Samoyed girl. I had her for many years and age was starting to show. I had taken her to the vet in the past few weeks but they told me nothing was wrong. That horrible morning she demanded I take her in the car. I got in and it wouldn't start. I've started that car over 1000 times and never had an ounce of trouble. Since it wouldn't turn over, I had totake my husband's van, which I never drive. When I got in it, who had already jumped in? She refused to get out. She came everywhere with us and I didn't have the heart, or the reason to tell her to get out. After all, I was just dropping the kids off to school. On my way back, I asked her to come up and sit next to me b/c she loved to be pet when I was driving, and she loved to be in the front seat. For the very first time she didn't come up front. She only went to the middle seat which I thought was odd. When I came home and got out of the van I didn't see her and went in the house. SHe was too big and too loud to miss. Apparently she got in the back seat and I never saw her alive again. I never heard her bark although I was 10 feet away! She always barked. But the hours went by and my husband went out and it was too hot. I killed my dog. Oh my God, how does one cope with this horror?