by JoyceMarie Prieto
PJ was just 5 weeks old when he was given to me by a boyfriend at the time. I had a hard time with that because I wasn't allowed pets, but it was instant love. PJ was a terrier mix. So I kept the dog and got rid of the no good boyfriend. My landlady caught me with the dog and said he'd have to go and I said no we'd both go instead. He was my constant companion when I was at home. From the minute I walked into the door he'd follow me everywhere I went in the house until bedtime, then he'd curl up next to me.I had him for 3 years. I would usually walk him with his leash but I had gained trust that he wouldn't cross the road. One night I was getting ready for the night shift and I let PJ out by himself. About 5 minutes later I heard a screech and the loudest most painful howling I've ever heard. I ran outside and saw that my PJ had gotton hit by a car. I brought him to the vet hospital for emergency care but he was gone by the time I got him there.I was in such a depression that I couldn't go into work for 2 weeks and mostly stayed in bed crying. It was my fault that he had gotton killed. I've never forgiven myself. I waited a full year before I allowed myself the chance to have another dog who I've had now for 10 years as well as a 2 yr old pound dog. God must have forgiven me because he blessed me with 2 more loving, devoted dogs that have brought me much happiness. I just wish I coukd forgive myself.
JoyceMarie