When I was 6 years old my family moved out to a house in the country. The people who were moving could not take their dog Katie with them. My mom and dad agreed to keep it for my sake. She was already 8 years old. So for the most part she wandered around and slept. Past out front yard is a major highway that she crossed numerously every day. She often scared us in doing this but always made it back.
We often gave puppies that had strayed along or were going to be put to sleep because the vet next door had no room. But they all were killed by cars and trucks going at the average speed of 80 mph.
It was December 3 of the year she turned 15 when a friend of the family called and asked for my father. They talked for a few minutes and hung up. I was sitting on the couch when my dad walked in and said that the neighbor thought she saw Katie on the side of the road or at least something white and that he doubted it was her but he would go check.
I was talking on the phone with my best friend Jason when he got back. I saw my dad for the first time in my life crying over a pet. He calmly said ” I’m sorry Lindsay it was her.” I told Jason that I had to get off the phone and hung up. I started crying remembering the times that she would stay up beside me until I fell asleep.
All the times that she took the torture but never growled scratched or bared a tooth. Then asked the Lord why did she have such a gruesome death being hit by a truck? I often held hope to save up a fortune to fix her hearing and cataracts so that she could cross the road safely once again. But I never got that chance. And she will allways have the respect of out 100+ family.
My dad buried her 5 feet deep and my uncle carved a headstone with her name. I still miss her but I know God needed her too and she is in a better place with no pain.
Lindsay
| Katie |
| 3, Dec 2000 |
| Lindsay |