Most of the time, things are pretty upbeat around here, but some things just don’t work like that. After all, this blog is a peek into my real life. (Dad would say you’re getting much more than just a “peek.” I’d feel pretty lucky if I were you.) You didn’t REALLY think my life is completely charmed, did you? Today’s post is a sad one.
In about a week and a half, I’m moving away from living with the 2.0s (and the rest of the family – the 2.0s don’t live on their own yet!) down near my office in KC, cutting my commute from what’s turned into almost 2 hours one-way (gotta love construction on I-35) to about 7 minutes. (Between the time and the gas, it’s a no-brainer decision right now.) Thank goodness though, that I didn’t move any sooner. I would have missed out on an important big-sister job.
I was asleep this afternoon (recovering from a bad tooth infection – see, not a charmed life!) when Cassie came downstairs and woke me up with tears in her eyes. Our dog Spike got hit by a car, and he died. It wasn’t the driver’s fault – Spike loved to chase cars, and he’d never listen when we told him not to. It was such a common occurrence that our neighbors down the road identify our house as “the house with the two big black labs who always chase cars.” The driver today was going the speed limit, and Spike ran right in front of him. Even though the driver slammed on his brakes, it was too late for Spike.
I got to hold Cassie for awhile while we cried together, and then we went outside with the rest of the family while we buried him. Mom suggested we bury him right by our gate so he could keep an eye on everyone – now he’s our Guardian Dog. For once, I think he’ll listen when we tell him not to chase cars. But we’ll sure miss having to tell him that.
He was the best dog ever, except the fact he loved chasing cars. :’)