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Sunday, October 31, 2010
To the Guys in the Black Truck
To the guy in the black truck who hit our golden retriever on Almon Street, October 29, 2010:
Accidents happen. He ran out of the house, we couldn't grab him and he ran in front of your truck. This could have happened to anyone. We get that and we understand. I tried to give him CPR, but it didn't matter. He was gone. He didn't make it to the vet. He died immediately after you hit him. But you wouldn't know that, because you didn't stick around. You backed up and left. You didn't say you were sorry. The cars in back of you stopped. But you didn't.
You couldn't have saved him, and nobody could. But you could have had the decency to at least get out of your truck and say "I'm sorry". He was like our child. He was my husband's best friend and my son's buddy. He was a fast runner, loved to swim, and went after sticks like it was no one's business. He loved adventures and was the best damn cuddler you'd ever know.
We don't hate you, and we don't wish you any ill will. But grow some balls. You took away our best friend and you couldn't even be grown up enough to get out of your truck. Thanks...—[email protected]
Tags: all dogs go to heaven
