Today I am reflecting and mourning a little white and gray dog. I am also dealing with guilt...
a lot of it ...
since I ran that little white and gray dog over with my car and killed it instantly.
I have to admit that as I turned my car around to go back and check on it
I was praying that it was:
A) Dead and gone - I hope it was not suffering and frankly, I did not want to have to deal with a critically wounded dog in Mexico... in Spanish!
B) A STRAY - I mean if you live in Mexico you know how many strays are running around all the time. I mean, it has to be a stray, right?
C) Not seen by it's owner (or anyone) - I do not want to be there to see their reaction and... how was I going to relate everything to a crying stranger... again, in Spanish!
A) Yep, dead as a door nail
B) Def NOT a stray (ugh)
C) No one in sight, relief.
I have no idea why I am sharing this. I guess it's kinda a confession. I want it out and in the open. I feel terrible. It was not too long ago that I had to put my childhood dog to sleep (
here). Worst thing ever! I have vowed to never have a dog again just to avoid having to kill one again - Tragically I learned you don't even need to own one to kill one.
The only thing that gives me solace is (once again) that:
Doesn't Danny just look so handsome and proud. Love it.
Eating my first piece of ham.
