My beloved Pretty got ran over this evening by me. I never pull my truck into the garage. Today, for some reason, I did. When we pull into the drive way Pretty is always in he middle of it. I usually ask my little girl to get out of the truck and get him. We have to take it slow for him to move out of the way. When I pulled in, I thought he was out of the way….the front right tire ran over his back leg. There was nothing I or Pretty could do. He died minutes after the accident. I held him in my lap. I will miss him forever. He was 18 years old….
I love you Pretty.
Always in my heart....
| Matisse (a.k.a. Pretty) |
| 22, Sep 2004 |
| terrie daniels |