RIP Roopy Dog

Last week was one of the hardest weeks in a long time. Our family dog, Blanca, was killed. She was 1 day shy of her 4th birthday. We were leaving for Fort Worth for a few days and I was outside cleaning out the car. Blanca was outside playing. She always plays so well outside and she comes right when I call her. We live on a cul-de-sac and all the neighborhood dogs play together outside. Blanca was visiting one of her friend dogs and was on her way home when a Terminex truck drove down our street and hit her, killing her instantly. While I am thankful it happened fast and she felt no pain (she never knew what happened), I am extremely angry at Terminex...who is claiming they never hit her. However, since I was outside when I happened I know that is not the truth. I wish they would just be honest and say, "I'm sorry, it was an accident." That's all I am looking for. But, they would rather lie about it.

When I saw here lying there I ran over to her, she was about 2 houses over. I picked her up and ran inside to Kevin, who was actually taking a shower. We tried to get her to wake up, but we both knew she was gone. We woke up Kyle from his nap and drove to our vet, not letting him see Blanca. The vet told us what we already knew..she was gone. But hearing it made it so much more real.

Nearly a week has gone by and I still feel like she should be there when I walk in the door. I feel like I need to be careful getting out of bed in the morning so I don't kick her off because she slept right at my feet. I miss having to always fix the pillows on the couch because she napped on top of them. She was a perfect dog. Kevin gave her to me as a gift a month before we got married, so she has been there with us since the beginning. I remember when Kyle was a newborn. She would lay on the bed next to the bassinet with her little face resting on the side of the bassinet watching Kyle sleep. She would come get me if he stirred and bark at anyone who came near him. She let Kyle pull her tail and ears when he got older and now that he is a toddler they were great friends.

Kevin and I love having pets in the home and we feel it is good for Kyle to be raised around pets too. We are going to wait a few months until we are no longer grieving and then we will go to a nearby shelter and find a new family dog. I know we will love the new dog just as much as Blanca, but we will never have another Blanca. She is greatly missed.