My little Maddie-dog got out of the house, got hit by a car, and died today. I just got back from the vet a little while ago. Andy's home, and we talked to the boys.
In true fashion, HRH drew a picture of Maddie going up to join Grampa up in heaven. Gremlin is angry and wants to fly to heaven and get her back. Andy is being supportive of me. And I'm blaming myself for letting her run off.
My poor little girl. She was dead before I picked her up off the street and before I drove like a maniac to the vet's. The vet could not have been nicer, getting me water and allowing me to stand there and pet her, crying for as long as I wanted. I've got her collar in my bag now.
It wasn't my children, it wasn't my husband, or any person. But I feel her loss and our house is emptier without her.