My little puppy, Po, was hit and killed by a car this morning after he escaped from my grandparents' backyard. If you all recall, I had to leave him at home so I could live on campus at school. He was about seven months old (beagle/pit cross). I'm very sad about it because we got very close in his early life.
I rescued him from a pound when he was a few weeks old. He had already been picked up, adopted, brought back and had been sitting there for a while. So, I got him and he was a vicious little thing and so afraid of people. I loved on him and kept him with me every moment that I was home (which was all the time during this period!) I also took him to puppy classes to find out how best to make him happy. He turned out great and very happy.
When I moved, I left him at my grandparents' house with his "big brother" - another dog who "adopted" him in his pack. He was ecstatic at this point and was having a great time, but he was a little too smart and adventurous for his own good. This morning, he snuck out of the backyard and got in the street.
I think I'll be ok in a few days, but I'm so unhappy right now. He was my little baby!!
