Yesterday we went for a walk. Shyanne as usual went rabbit hunting. Harley of course went bounding after her. I called him back because the main road is on top of the hill. I wasnt too worried about shyanne because knew she would never go up there. We continued our walk and she never came back. I could hear her baying through the neighborhood though ( not an unusual sound to hear around here) Last night at dinner time she still hadn't came back an I began to worry. Today on the way back from my moms house when we went to turn onto our road I noticed something by the road. I almost climbed over the truck seat to see what it was. When I told Dave I saw something he turned around and went back. It felt like it took us an hour to get back across the road. When we drove by I just knew it was her. My heart sank and my eyes filled with tears. Dave walked over to the little body and I could tell by the look on his face it wasn't good news. "I think it is her but I'm not sure" he said, "was she wearing a bandana?" I thought back to the otherday when I took her and harley to the clinic with me and bathed them and put bandanas on them so they would look all prittied up. "yes" i replied. "was it black" "yes" by this time I was crying so hard I could barely talk. "i'm so sorry" he said as he held me close. We stayed like that for a long time. We finally got back to the house and Dave asked where I wanted to bury her. I looked at the old pine tree she always laid under and said "there if there arn't too many roots" "ok" he said. I went up and bathed Brooke. She kept hugging me and saying " mommy ok?" It's hard to explain something like that to a 2 year old. I put her to bed and walked down the steps where dave was burrying her. After he got done he cleared a place on the tree so we can carve her name into it. "as long as we live here we can always keep the ivy away from this tree so we can see her name" he said as he hugged me. I think he is in shock just as much as I am that this happened to her. She is the last dog I would have thought this could happen to. Dave said she probably just let her hunting instincts take over and when she reached the road she probably just didn't even hear a car coming. I've been crying since it happened. I think Dave even cried a little. Everyone who met that dog loved her. As dave held me after she was burried he said "i still can't believe this happened. She was such a great dog. It's like she wasnt even a dog but a person." She has been with me through so much. She was there when I had to move in with my mom in order to get away from my ex. She was there as I raised my daughter. She has always been right there by my side and now the thought of her never being there again is just tearing my heart out. I keep thinking that if only I had made her come back she would still be alive. I've lost one of the most important things in my live and I will never get her back. She was a once in a lifetime dog. The dog that never barks, chews, or even leaves the house for more then an hour or so a day. All the neighbor knew and loved her. They could talk to me for hours about how good of a dog she was. I'll never have another dog like her. All of these memories of her keep flooding my mind. All of the great things about her. No one understands the pain a person feels untill they have lost that one dog. The dog that has been there for years. That once in a life time, wonderfull little dog.