My 10 month old Beagle puppy, Skyler, was killed today. I can't believe she's gone. It's so unfair that such a young life can be taken so soon. I answered the door and didn't see that she had jumped the baby gate we have up to keep the dogs from escaping through the front door. Sure enough she bolted with my other Beagle, Conner. I went back in, threw my shoes on, and went looking for them. They usually stick together and stay close to home when they get out. About 15 minutes later Conner comes running up to me so I pick him up and carry him home. As I go to look for Skyler my little sister comes in bawling saying that Skyler is dead. I ran outside and there was a Humane Society officer standing there. I just broke down. He explained to me through my tears that she had been hit by a car and died instantly. Sarah, my sister, had identified the dog in the back of his truck as Skyler. We called my dad and he rushed home and took care of the legalities. We were able to keep the body and we brought it to be cremated. Skyler truly was my baby girl. I'll tell you all a little about her:
Skyler was the sweetest Beagle you can imagine. She had big dark eyes with thick mascara around them that always told you exactly what she was feeling. Her soft ears hung around her face and felt like velvet when I rubbed them as she slept. She was always happy, confident, and ready to take on the next adventure life could throw at her. At night, she'd crawl under my blankets and curl up next to me, always moaning before she fell asleep. Sometimes when I woke up in the middle of the night I'd pull the blankets over my head and smell her "groggy doggie" smell before falling back to sleep. She was always there ready to give a kiss, shaking her butt and tail like she couldn't be happier. I'll miss her forever and will never forget her. Thanks for listening to a heartbroken dog-mom.