Yesterday, our beautiful 5 month old puppy passed away after getting hit by a car. We got him when he was 8 weeks old. We only had him for 3 months, but we loved that puppy SO much. He was the sweetest, cutest, cleverest little corgi we could’ve ever asked for. To us he was perfect & we know he had such a long full life left to live. What kills me the most is that I feel it was completely preventable. My boyfriend was loading up some things in the car. I go out there & see the dog with him with no leash. I was always getting on my boyfriend about letting him be outside without a leash but my boyfriend was always so lackadaisical about it. He said it would be fine, but I told him no, we need to put a leash on him. We go to put the leash on & the dog thinks we’re playing, he zoomed off into the street & that’s when it happened. Thankfully the woman in the car stopped & got out & drove us to the vet but it was already too late. I keep telling my boyfriend I wish it was me that got hit by the car, not our sweet baby. I tell him I don’t fear death anymore because I know that when it’s my time, I will see Dante again. I feel so much guilt, but I don’t know what else I could have done. I am really struggling with not being angry with and blaming my boyfriend for all of this. I don’t want him to live with the guilt.
