Today after having a dissappointing day at work, I knew I could look foward to doing what I do every Tuesday. Come home, greet my family, walk my dog, watch TV and eat, work out, take a shower, get on the net and go to bed.
When I got off the bud I was confused when the dog wasn't looking out of the window, which she usually does. Afterwards she usually runs around to the door and greets me. My dog is always happy when someone comes home and always does her best to cheer me up. When I opened the door, my dog wasn't there.
I came in and my sister was snifling and said she need to talk to me about something. She told me oue dog got loose and was hit by a car. That hurt, I thought I was having a bad day before, but that hurt, it felt like a kick to the groin followed by a slap across the face with a bat.
This is the 2nd dog that my family had die on us, and it hurts.
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