We don't know you but my little girl and I were walking our dogs on leashes down our street. You and another woman were yapping in the front yard and your dog was running bigger and bigger circles in the yard. Then it happened--she ran out in the street and was hit and killed.
You began to scream like an animal. The woman who hit her pulled over and ran to you and you screamed that she did it on purpose. You screamed over and over about how much you'd loved that dog. We were still able to hear you a street away.
Lady, if you'd loved that dog, you wouldn't have let her run around free. Are you one of those losers who thinks that a dog is cheated if it can't run loose and express its nature? I feel sorry for you because your dog is dead but face it, it was your fault. There was no way that driver could've seen a white dog in the bright sunlight as she was turning the corner.
Now your dog is gone and you and the driver and my daughter and I will never, ever forget the sight or the noise of your dog getting hit. Never, ever, EVER.
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