Woody Options

[Steve K.]

I was here ten years ago for my Beauregard. Now I am here for my Woody. Woody was a dog that nobody wanted so me and the wife took him in. He was a handful at first and he made us wonder if we made the right decision but he turned out to be a wonderful dog. He was a retriever mix and a beautiful red color.

Well, on Sunday 09/21/08, I went out for the day and the wife took the dogs (we have another shelter dog) for a walk. They were both on a leash but Woody pulled away from my wife and ran into the street. He was hit by a car and the wife got animal control to take him to the emergency clinic where the vet said it didn't look good. The wife made the decision to let Woody go and when I got home, my heart was broken. My poor wife had to watch him get hit by the car and then make the decision to let him go. We are both heartbroken. I can't sleep, I can't eat, and all I do is cry at the drop of a hat. Our other dog (Smokey Joe) is 9 years old but Woody was only four. I expected him to be around for many years. Why did God take our dog from us? I don't think that we are bad people. We took in both dogs and two stray cats. We love our animals like children. Why was he taken from us?

[Steve K.]

It has been over two weeks since we lost Woody and I thought it was getting a little easier for me. That is until today. Yesterday, I asked Steph when we were going to get Woody's ashes back. She said that she would call and when she did she found out that because she was so upset when she filled out the paperwork at the emergency clinic where they took Woody that she gave them the wrong phone number. That is the reason that we had to wait so long. So, she went today to get Woody's ashes and when she got back in the car, she called me crying her eyes out and that started me crying my eyes out. I had to take Smokey to get his nails trimmed today and when I got home Woody's box was on the table. I picked it up and hugged it and the tears and feelings were there just like it was the first day. At least my Woody Boy is home. He's not in the same form as when he left but at least he is home. Life sucks rght about now. I'm about half way through the "Cold Noses at the Pearly Gates" book and I like it. If you aren't a Christian and don't believe that the Bible is the Word of God then the book won't give you any comfort. I should be done in a few more days and I'll let you know what I think about it then.