Gone too soon, missing my Puppers.....
by Blitz's mom
We adopted our beloved boy Blitz when he was just 6 months old. It was perfection and love at first meet. He was wearing a purple collar, and laid in my lap which from that point I knew we were taking him home. We have given him a wonderful home for the last two years, until just as of March 23, 2012 he was hit by a vehicle. So much guilt that if I had waited a few minutes to whistle for him, or if I would've paid more attention to the fact my husband let him off the tie-out he would still be here with us today. I feel like I have an elephant on my chest. I can't eat and am having a hard time sleeping. We had him cremated on March 24 and he was returned home on the 25th. He's home, just not the way I want him here. I miss his shiney black coat, white chest, and the unique white on his paws. The way he would bark and the jingle of his collar. To me, he was my fur-child. I haven't been able to venture outside due to the fact of the memories from that night. I have a hard time not crying when in the house. Everyday I wish for a redo or a time machine so I can have him back. If only I wouldn't have whisteled for him and if only my husband would've left him on his tie-out. I wouldn't be left with the images in my head of that horrific night. I wonder if I can ever forgive myself, or if he does? I would understand if he hates me, but I hope he knows how much I truly loved him and how deeply I miss him. And, how I will always love him and always miss him.
Thank you for reading my story.