Oh, how similar our stories are. They would run off and come back the same way. Dirty, ticks, pads torn up. I'd always be mad for a minute, but their sweet faces didn't let me stay that way. I would be so grateful and think in the back of my head, I won't let this ever happen again. Yet it did and their luck ran out. These fur babies were a huge part of the heart of our household. Our Remi, the full beagle was so in love with me! He followed me everywhere. Cried at the bathroom door if I shut it. Slept in between me and my husband, with his paws in my back so he could always be touching me. Wherever I was, he was. We were bonded like no dog I had ever had. And I only had him for five short years. Then there's my Baxter. He was a goofball and quite a weirdo sometimes. He would kiss your face off and then would just walk away. We always said he was like a cat in a dogs body. He was my oldest sons best friend. My son who had to hold him and watch him pass while trying to give him CPR. My son who now will have to live with that forever. That's the biggest part of this. I know everyone says it's not my fault. Of course, no one will say that it is. No one is that cruel to say it. However, the bottom line is it IS my fault. I could have prevented this if I hadnt gotten distracted. Period. Not saying it wouldn't have happened another time, in a different way, but it happened this time, in the most horrible way. That vision will never leave me and I will never, ever be the same person. I'm so unbearably sad and angry at the same time. So, so angry!! Why both of them at the same time?? Why would God do this to me? To my family? I have always been a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Always. Not this time. I will never, ever believe that there is a reason for this.