Last night while at work,I got a call from my wife.My little truck dog ( his name was Trucker) of 13 years had dug through the fence and got hit by a car and killed.the neighbors female was coming in and he smelled her.he just had to go.
he was with me every min. I was off from work.he rode on the tool box of my truck every where I went.if he didn't get to go he would poute for hr's.he would turn his head and not even look at me,really mad.
My great nephew gave him to me 13 years ago while I was in the hospital.
he will be sorely miss.he was the only company my wife had while I was at work.she has cried all night till she made herslef sick.I don't know what to do for her,it is hard enough for me and I know it is 10 times as hard for her.she would set in the sun in the mornings and warm her legs,to help the arthristist.he would set in his chair (she had gotten him a childs chair for him)and lay his head in her lap to be rubbed.he would lay and let her rub him for hrs.
I am gonna have to try and find her another real soon.that is the best,I think to start again.

sorry to ramble just had to let it out some way.