My heart is broken and I am so upset as I write this. My beloved dog Emmett was hit by a car on Saturday night. When I put him out he is usually on a tie out but it broke. He decided it was OK to sit in the road (we live in a super small town and our road rarely has a car go down it). Someone hit him and didn't even stop to tell us. My husband found him. I am holding in my heart that he went quick and wasn't in any pain.
I feel crazy getting so upset over a dog but he did everything with me. He followed me everywhere. He slept with me, napped with me, and cuddled with me. He would let me carry him like a baby and loved to be carried around the house. He loved bye-bye, treat treats, and playing fetch. He was my baby and I often joked with my kids that he was their brother. Everyone who met him, loved him. He will be dearly missed.
In my journal, I had an idea for an upcoming blog post. It was to be titled "I am convinced." One of the things I was "convinced" of was that "my dog won't eat unless I am doing laundry or using the restroom because those are right next to his bowls and he won't leave my side long enough to do so." I was starting to get worried what he was going to do once I go back to work. He has had anxiety problems before and I was hoping we didn't have that problem when I went back to work.
Sorry for the sad post but my heart is sad and it makes it difficult to write a "happy post."
R.I.P Emmett Edward Hussong