When I read the part you wrote catwoman, about taking the dogs out on the town, all I could vision was the picture of the gambling dogs.
Yeah, our dog being run over was a sad and sadistic day.
I kept in my feelings to be strong for our children. Our oldest son struck out blaming his sister for not being on the bus, our youngest son was all tears, and when our daughter came home she shut herself off in her room for a few days.
We all had our ways to deal with it, but it passed.
That day still brings tears to our eyes when we talk about it.
Bear was my buddy. I would go out to have a smoke and talk to him, scratch his big furry neck, and he would just lick me and listen.
He also followed me around the yard when I mowed, to protect his master.
Many memories with a dog we had for just a couple years.