I just found out that Iluq died. My brother-in-law’s sister’s dog. I’m surprised at how deeply it’s affected me. I’ve been sobbing for the past few minutes just wishing I could give Annie a hug. He was hit by a car and the people/person didn’t even bother to stop.
It’s horrible…and it’s even worse because I’m unwillingly taken back to one of the worst nights of my life. I was driving home from Tom’s house when a cat ran across the street. I slammed on my breaks but not fast enough to avoid the little dog that was chasing the cat. I was hysterical, trying to call for help while also trying to calm the dog down. With the help of a neighbor that heard my pleading, we found the owners and they took him to their vet. I never knew what happened even though I offered to leave my number and pay for the vet bills. Despite the fact that there wasn’t anything I could have done differently, I’ve always felt guilty.
I’ve always had animals in my life so death is no stranger, but it never gets easier. To so many of us, pets are family. Porter may drive me crazy, almost on a daily basis, but I don’t know what I would do without him. You can’t beat that unconditional love…no temper tantrums or screams of “I hate you”…no limit to kisses and loves.
I didn’t know Iluq very well but I remember the last time I saw him. He was barreling towards me with huge grin, full of confidence that this person his mom let in the house was sure to be a new playmate.
I’m so sorry Annie. My thoughts are with you.
(Photo taken by Will)