If you follow me on instagram you already know that we lost our dog yesterday. Definitely a shitty ending to what was a good weekend.
Willie (Nelson) or Willis (McGahee) had been with us for a year and a half and was such a great dog. (Just writing "was" makes me sick to my stomach) Since I started packing he has been acting strange. We always guessed he had a history of abuse but not sure about anything else. Those boxes started triggering something in him. Saturday I took Marcus and my niece outside to play. We live on a highway. The dogs usually run around on our 2.5 acres and never go near the highway. They just know to stay away from it. A lady pulled into our driveway and had found Willie on the highway. She was nice enough to stop and bring him back. Sunday I let the dogs out in the morning like I always do. Willie is usually the first one back and ready to come inside. He never came....Marcus went outside looking for him and couldn't find him. He wasn't coming when we called, he always did. I decided to drive out to the highway and see if maybe he was on the other side of it wandering around. Instead I found him on the highway, dead. He had been hit by a car and it wasn't pretty. It was horrible. I didn't want to go back home and have to tell Marcus. When I did he screamed and cried. The whole day was painful and sad.
You dog lovers understand that your dogs become your family. They become your children. I feel like I have lost a child...again. Not really what we need right now. I hope McKennon is up in heaven giving Willie lots of love right now.