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No doubt. I don't care for dogs, but I would feel awful for anyone whose dog died. A pet is a pet, whether someone outside of that family cares for that kind of pet or not. All pet owners are brethren in that way.
The driver didn't stop. But I'm almost certain the accident happened some time between 5 and 6:30 a.m. I fell asleep in my chair in the basement, waking up at 4:50 a.m. and realizing Lucy still wasn't in.
I called for her at the front door and looked at the road, suspicious of the worst. I saw nothing, so I went to bed. Ninety minutes later, my wife found her at the side of the road.
We tried to train her to stay away from the road, but we insist that our cats are outdoor cats. We have a 1-acre yard with acres and acres of woods and cornfields behind us, so keeping a cat indoors here would be like keeping a kid confined to the parking lot at the gates of the Magic Kingdom.
She was really good about avoiding the road; that's why this whole thing mystifies us. But she only had been staying out at night for about the last week or so, so I'm thinking she was confused by the darkness and misjudged the road, obviously.
But what's the real kicker is that our road gets hardly any traffic at night. We're in the sticks. The chances are pretty slim of getting hit between midnight and 6 a.m., but sadly little Lucy's Lotto ball came up.
She was a little thing, so late at night a tired or inattentive driver might not have even known he/she hit an animal. I don't blame the driver, considering the time of day the accident probably happened.
Plus it's not going to bring her back, so ... sigh.
Take care,
PK
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