This Is Sad Stuff. I’m Sorry.








I was driving home from guitar lessons.   It’s only about 1.75 miles to my house.  I wish I had left one minute earlier.  Or one minute later.

But it happened.

And I can’t make it unhappen.

I hit your dog today.

And I’m sorry.

You have no idea how sorry I am.

You didn’t ask what happened.  The circumstances didn’t really give us a chance.

He came from across the street.  It’s a busy street.  I saw him.  And I slammed on my brakes.  I thought I was going to miss him.  I nearly got sick when I realized I didn’t.  I pulled over and jumped out.   One car went by.   I had to stop as I waited to see what the other cars were doing.   One van stopped and inched up to me.    A young woman asked me if I had a cell phone.  I said yes.  I got to your dog as he took his last breath.  I am not ashamed to admit I was crying.  And I didn’t know what to do.  I think the young woman saw that.  She told me to call 911 and tell them to send animal control.    I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do.  But I dialed as I stood by your pet so no one would get near him.  She told me she would pull over and help.  I looked at the houses hoping someone would come out.  Tell me what to do.

The young woman approached me as I was telling 911 to send animal control.

Then I heard screaming.   Long before you pulled up and stopped.  I heard that child screaming.

You stopped your truck.  Jumped out and said “I’m the owner”.  I told 911 the owner was here.  I think I hung up on 911 or they hung up on me.

You picked him up.  Crossed back to the other side and put your dog in the truck.

I just stood in the middle of the road.  The young woman next to me.

I think we were both saying something.

I was trying to speak to you.

I was confused.  This all happened so fast.  You looked a little confused yourself.

I could still hear the child screaming.

You drove away.

The young woman asked me if I was okay.  I told her I didn’t think so.  But I thanked her.  Neither of us knew what to do.

We stood there in the middle of this busy road.  The cars respectfully going around us.  No one honking or being rude.

We got in our vehicles.

I drove home.  Trying not to cry.

I know bad things happen.  You were obviously out looking for your dog.  Doors get open, pets get out, you go chasing after them.  I know that you felt bad.  I know that child in the truck is traumatized.  I know I am traumatized.

I guess I just want you to know that no one tried to hurt your dog.  No one is sitting here callously shrugging it off.  No one is blaming you.  And I hope you aren’t blaming me.  I can’t stop thinking about it.  I can’t stop seeing it happen.  I can’t stop hoping you are all okay.   And I can’t stop hearing your child scream.  I’m really struggling with this.  And I don’t know what to do.  You left before I could do anything .  But I still struggle….

I am so sorry.