One year ago tomorrow, my dog Mandy was struck on the highway and killed. I've seen a lot of pets die over the years, but for some reason, losing Mandy was traumatic to me. I still don't let myself think about her for too long at a time, or grief overtakes me all over again.
Now, my dog Sadie has to pay the price. I seldom let her off the leash for fear she will suffer the same fate as Mandy. She is the first dog I've ever had who never gets turned loose outside, unless we're back in the pasture away from the distractions of other dogs, or children.
The picture below is the last ever taken of Mandy.
"I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.
I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.
I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you."