Through My Eyes

in loving memory

I recently discovered that my first dog, a mini schnauzer, was run over by a car.

We gave him away when I was around four. We had just gotten him two months before, but he was far to crazy to keep, especially since my mom was pregnant. We sold him to one of my mom's close friends.

It's been 10 years. Ten. I never saw him again after we gave him away.

Now, he's dead.

He got hit by a drunk driver. He was really old for a little dog and had arthritis by then, according to his owners. He couldn't escape.

He was killed instantly.

A fast death is better than a slow one.

I can't wait to see my dogs again, on the rainbow bridge.

•rip lucky•