Why'd they hit you? by Lyndi Lothson

Why'd they hit you?

by Lyndi Lothson

Why'd they have to hit you? Why my big beautiful gentle giant Lordess? She was a beautiful Great Pyreness. She always caught everyones attention and praises. She loved to get baths and brushed and her toenails painted. I had to give her away because we were having to move to a home with no yard and I couldn't keep a dog that big confined inside so I gave her to my friends parents that had 160 acres that she could roam on. She absolutely loved it there. She would literally pounce around the fields trying to get the cows to play with her. The day I last saw her was three months ago and I drove off with her looking at me like, "where are you going?" I cried the whole way home but I knew in the long wrong it would be better for her. Or so I thought. This morning I got a phone call telling me that a car intentionally went into the ditch up into the yard and hit her crushing her head into the ground leaving an indention. To make matters worse they didn't even ask me what I wanted to do, whether it was them bury her, or me, they just buried her in the cow pasture where the cows would just tromple over her in the mud and manure. I can't even put a tombstone down for her and visit her. I'm so distraught and can't stop crying. When will the pain go away? Why did they have to hit HER last night?

Comments would be appreciated by the author, Lyndi Lothso