We lost our 9 year old Chocolate Lab “Clancy” this past Tuesday at our mailbox at the highway. I hadn’t noticed he was in the woods near the right-of-way and when my wife went to get the mail I walked with her.
Clancy, unbeknownst to us, followed in trace; I heard the screeching brakes of a young lady’s van but it was too late.
I keep looking behind me while I read online to see if he’s on his pillow sleeping. Not there.
Oh, God.
How horrible.
For 20 years I’ve had Ibizans and the #1 cause of death for them is them running after some critter and getting hit by a car.
It’s been nerve-wracking and my fence looks like something from a Supermax prison.
That’s always been my worst nightmare.
I haven’t the words to say how badly I feel for you.
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