I came out of the corner store yesterday after puchasing lotto tickets only to hear a woman shrieking. As I headed over to a small crowd I could see a small dog laying lifeless on the grass where he was carried. I felt his his heart still beating and called 911 and asked them to notify the humaine society. As the woman cried for her little companion she pointed across the street at the school. She could see her young son staring out the window of the classroom. Apparently her elderly father had left the backdoor open and the little dog got out. I assume he was headed to the school when he was hit by a car. His heart slowly stopped beating.
God bless his little heart.
God bless his little heart.