Today, Buddy our boxer, has been gone for one year.
He was hit by an SUV on our road, after we'd only owned him for one week. :(
It was probably the hardest for me....I had to watch him get hit. I was running up the road after him, calling and trying to get him to come. He finally stopped and turned to look at me. But when he did, he was in the middle of the road. He stood there staring back at me and almost in slow motion, the SUV topped the hill and he rolled up under before anyone knew what was happening. I knew that I was screaming, but only until later did Michaila tell me how bone-chilling they were. She said they echoed in her dreams for a long time.
I wrote this poem for him...I called it....
By Elisabeth Bell
I screamed your name, but it was too late.
I feared I already knew your fate.
The screech of brakes, your look of fear,
Time stood still as the car drew near.
You ran so fast you seemed to fly,
There was no way you could hear my cry.
I cried your name, told you to wait!
But as before, I was too late.
I looked and looked for a glimpse of you,
But there was nothing I could do.
The search was hopeless from the start,
What if I don't want to part?
I still have hope I'll find you one day
I'll never cease to watch and pray.
And if what I find brings tears to my eyes,
I'll try to silence my heartbreaking cries.