She Was My Soul Mate-Kate
Kate was from a shelter, skinny and skittish to say the least. Kate was, at best, abused as a pup, but loved as an adult. She was not one to let anything go by, especially people she did not know (or like) and big 18 wheel trucks.
She loved treats, but more than that, she loved to run. One morning, December 16, 2011 @ 0330, Kate slipped her leash and ran her last sprint, right at an 18 wheeler. All I heard was the thump. I could not see it directly.
When I ran out to the road, she was just laying there, like she was asleep, but she was gone. There was no cry of pain, or any sign of pain, but nonetheless, she was gone—gone forever.
It's January 12th now, and I continue to cry like a baby at least once a day. If I had not taken her out that one time she would be alive today (at least that is how I think).
Kate was more than a dog. She was my soul mate, someone I spoke to everyday, someone I relied on to make the bad better, someone to love and someone to hold.
I do not know how long the pain of her death will last, but I do know I hope to God she knows how much I love and miss her.
To all who have lost a loved one, God bless you. To all who have loved a pet, God bless you too...