She got hit today. She got hit today, and I don’t know why I don’t care so much. She’s in a grave I dug her in the backyard. A shoe box burial I did for the kids. Somebody left the gate open, and there was an accident. I had to pick her up, still living, and bring her to the sidewalk. The driver had sped off, and I was left there with my dying puppy in front of my neighbor’s house. I was sad, yes, but it was all right. Why should I be upset, it wasn’t my best friend or anything. But, there I was. I held her as I watched her eyes go from staring at me to staring into nothingness, and then close. And I was sad, yes, but I barely cared. I buried her, and that was that. Dead. Done. And now I realise just how jaded and cold my heart truly is. The first thing that came to mind was how much we’d spent on such a nice breed. It was a poodle we got because Jake was allergic. She was a great dog. But, now she’s not so great. Oh well… life moves forward.