Madeleine

My little beagely was hit by a car and killed over Christmas. I am very sad.

My beagley died. Am so sad. So sad. My parents live in the wilderness where a car may go by every three hours. Me and the three doggies at home for Christmas went for a leash walk and then half-way down the drive I took Madeleine's leash off. She never goes for the road. She always goes straight for the door because she thinks she will never get in again. I rescued her and her puppy last year from a life of torment. This time - Madeleine ran straight to the road. I saw it all in my brain before it all happened. Like one of the those cliche movies - I heard the car. Yelled at her to move but she never listens to me. She's saucy. Saw the vehicle hit her. A streak of blue as it passed and kept going. Saw the look of confusion and pain on my girl's face. I screamed and screamed and screamed. Screamed and screamed and screamed. Screamed. I went to go pick her up and she was so utterly mad with agony that she bit me a few times on the hand and leg. I sprinted down the drive to get help and finally my sister and brother-in-law rushed to get her. But she had already died. Cry all the time. But at least it happened at home and not in Suckvile. We buried her the next day. Her puppy, Ali who saw it all too, is shaken up and not the same. Neither am I. For the first month when I had Madeleine, I didn't want her. Too much responsibility. Had to walk her. Feed her. Make sure she went pee. I could never go anywhere. She stunk so much at first that I couldn't stand to be beside her. Now I have her collar and smell it and it is the most expensive and rarest of all perfumes.

Back, back baby...