rip Snoopy
Snoopy died yesterday afternoon on our regular midday walk. The 4 of us, my husband, Viggo, Snoopy and I walked along the road, across the dike to the stretch along the river as usual. Snoopy raced ahead and did he look back like he usually did, I cannot remember. I know I was talking to my husband as I always do, too much and not paying enough attention to my dog. We heard him scrambling about in the bushes to our left, and I remember saying 'there he is chasing as usual' and we smiled. We heard the pheasant crying 'cock, cock' as he flew up high towards the dike, and we chuckled 'ha, he's flushed him right' ......and then we heard a sound bhamm
and we knew, we just knew he had been hit by a car
and we turned and started running back and realised that was too long, so we struggled through the thick undergrowth and somehow managed to clamber up the dike, running towards where we could see something lying on the road and several people standing and warning cars to slow down, and I just sort of collapsed next to Snoopy, and held him as he lay there bleeding and his heart still throbbing, I was sobbing and crying and kept saying his name, snoopy oh snoopy snoopy
my husband ran back to the house with Viggo to collect our car so we could drive him to the vet. The woman who had hit him told me she had wrapped a blanket around him and moved him to the side of the road, she was very concerned and the couple who had stopped kept traffic at bay....I noticed all this and kept holding onto Snoopy and cried all the time. Husband returned with his car, I got into the backseat with Snoop on my lap, and there was blood everywhere. We drove off but very soon Snoopy stopped breathing 'He's gone, he's dead' I screamed or moaned I don't know. My husband stopped the car, looked back and said we will take him home now.
we went back to our house and laid him in the grass, Viggo came to smell him
I sat with him and wailed and wailed whilst my husband cleaned up the mess
from the car. He asked me what I wanted to do, I said I wanted to bury him close to Django in the field. So that is where we drove to and Duco dug the small grave and I just stood stroking Snoopy, tears so many tears and I carried him to the hole in the ground and laid him to rest and we covered him with the earth
now there's this Snoopy size emptiness in me and I am very very sad
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