On Thanksgiving, he ran out of my mom's apartment straight into the road. I ran after him, but he got too far ahead of me and he wouldn't listen to come back. He made it across one stretch of road, but on the second part of the traffic a car came and hit him. I was so angry and upset. I feel like the car could have slowed down to a stop quick enough. The car didn't even pull over afterward even though I was in the road running after Comet. Who does that? Who hits someone's dog on Thanksgiving and doesn't even stop to say sorry or offer any kind of condolences? On Thanks-freakin'-giving. It might make me wrong to say this, but I hope Karma found that person.
Comet died instantly. I screamed when the car hit him and I was crying immediately. I couldn't believe this happened right in front of me. I scooped him up out of the road and ran to the side walk. I was so disoriented after that. I hadn't even had my dog for three whole months yet. I couldn't believe he was leaving me already. My sister was right next to me soon after. She told me we could take him to the hospital and see if there was anything they could do. We must have done like 70mph across Gainesville to one of two vets open on holidays. I knew there was nothing they could do, but I was hoping and praying like crazy that I was wrong.
I can't describe to you the emotional and physical pain I experienced over the next week. My entire family was devastated at this loss. Comet has such a special connection with all of us already. He was such a unique dog.
I'm choking up just writing this. I printed all the pictures I had of him and got a special collage frame for our living room. It's like a little memorial to him.
I love you Comet. You changed my life and my heart.
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