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Got a phone call yesterday from my son's wife. They live just three blocks from me. Their dog had gotten out in the street and was hit by a car. She was taking her oldest son to a basketball camp and found him. The boys really liked their dog. Maddie was her name. She was feeling pretty bad herself. I was also. I don't really like dogs, but I still felt bad. It was only about three months ago that our next door neighbor's dog was hit and killed by a car. The boys would play with that dog through the fence.

I was driving home after picking up the four year old from pre-school. I turned the corner onto our road and Taz was in the street. In fact I had to swerve to miss him. I was thinking I should get him and put him in my car where he would be safe but at the same time I had three kids in the car and I thought it would be too big a hassle. Kenyon was not at home so I couldn't tell him to go get Taz, so I tried to call the dog's owner's. Neither of them were at work. In fact a co-worker told me that they were away for the weekend. Their daughter lives in the same subdivision but she was at work. I decided I would call her anyway because her husband only worked part time and maybe he was at home.

Well, he wasn't at home and when I told her about Taz, all she could do was say, "Oh dear." So I called my husband again to see when he would be home. While on the phone with Kenyon, the six year old that I babysit came home from kindergarten and said that from the school bus window he could see that Taz was laying out in the street. When he told me that I knew it was too late. We all went outside and looked over the fence and he was there. I started to cry. I went back into the house and called the daughter again and say, "It's too late, Chelsea. He's been hit."

Just at that time, a cousin of Kenyon's who lives in Hawaii called me and I told him about the dog and he said, "Did you ever see the movie All Dogs Go To Heaven.." I said yes, and he said OK, remember where he is. I'll call you later and we can talk. Also right then my son's wife who lives three blocks away came over to drop off one of her kids while she went to a doctor's appointment. She saw the dog out in the street and knew it was the neighbor's. So she tried to comfort all of us. Then at the same time Kenyon's mom called about something and she could tell that I was crying so I told her the story and she also tried to comfort me and the boys.

All in all there were lots of people comforting us over the loss of the next door neighbor's dog.

Nuff Said
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