No, and it was about the saddest day of my life. To top it off, my brother was leaving for Afghanistan (which thank God he came back from ok). Magritte was with me for eight years then got out when some workers were over here. He was outside a lot but under my supervision. Someone probably purposely hit him on the street because he was too large to miss. Somehow it's even sadder when pets die (to me personally) because they are so helpless in a sense.
I agree it the pits when we are so helpless for the helpless!