I had this whole back-to-blogging entry I was going to write last night, but I just can’t do it now.
Yesterday we got another foster dog, Chester. Mira was adopted by a family in Alaska a while ago, so we had room for a new little Italian Greyhound to take her place. The rescue coordinator dropped Chester off, we snuggled and played with him for a little bit, and then JK took the dogs on a short evening walk to get Chester acquainted with the neighbourhood. The next thing I know, JK is calling me to come help him because Chester somehow managed to wriggle out of his collar and took off straight into the road. He didn’t respond to JK’s calls (I guess he didn’t even know we were his humans yet), but eventually ran off the main road and back onto our street, disappearing behind the church.
We spent the next two hours looking for him on foot and by car, eventually finding him by the side of the road where a car had hit him. I will never forget how tiny, helpless and alone he looked. He must have been dead for a while, he was so cold. There was nothing we could do except wrap him up in a blanket and take him to the animal hospital.
I feel so horrible. I barely had time to meet him and marvel at how soft the fur behind his ears was. I just hope he wasn’t scared and that he didn’t suffer.
I’m so sorry, little guy.