Wednesday, August 05, 2009
This beautiful girl was my brother's dog. Today, after I wrapped her in a shower curtain with her favorite dragon toy, he picked her up and carried her limp body to the spot he was going to bury her. It was hard to keep it together until after it was all over and I could leave. I was remembering a day 3 years ago when he picked up this terrified puppy in his arms and carried her to his car to take her home.
Abandoned and frightened of adults but not of children, she had been hiding in a fenced yard, coming out to try to make friends with Merci and Buddy whenever we walked by. This was only a couple of months before Sam came to live here. The homeowner gave permission to "trespass" to catch her, and when we did she went home with my brother, although she usually stayed at his girlfriend's.
Fraggle turned into a friendly home-loving dog but she and a dog down the street took turns visiting. I guess it was her turn today. She was hit by a pickup and killed instantly. Not a mark on her. It just snapped her neck and her collar flew off.
Steven, the 16-year-old driving the pickup did the responsible thing. He checked to see if the dog was alive, then went looking for the owner. And he stayed and waited. I got there shortly after my brother, then a friend and my brother's girlfriend's son. The guys, including the teenager, took turns digging a grave in the rock-hard ground. While they did, I wiggled her wrapped body into a black plastic bag.
The teenager's parents can be very proud of their son. What happened was an accident. Still, he didn't just keep driving, and even though my brother told him he wasn't obligated to help dig a grave, he did. He has character and courage.
I took this picture of Fraggle on July 4th-- her last photograph.
Mr. Doug and Ms. Teresa, thank you for taking in Fraggle and taking such good care of her. I know it wasn't always easy. After possible physical abuse and abandonment, she just could not stand to be alone. You loved her and gave her a happy 3 years she would not have had without you.
She is really going to be missed. Even by the Funny Farm. Before my mother died, they used to play together in her fenced yard. And they've met a few times since.
So if you don't hear from any of us for a day or more...