And then there was 7

In Memory of My Precious Little Pee Wee
August 2006 - August 2007

I called for Pee last night and he never came to say good nite. So, this morning I went out calling again. No come. I checked the road - no Pee Wee. I decided I'd wait awhile before I called again. By 1:00 Pee Wee still hadn't come home. That was normal.

I went back to the road and at the end of our property there was his tiny little body. You always wonder when they've been hit if they died instantly or flopped around like I've seen some do. B"H little Pee went instantly.

The guy who hit him either tried to miss or Pee Wee came out of the ditch too soon. His right arm was broken and his head was hit but not crushed. That's why I'm guessing the car swerved but it was too late.

He hadn't been dead for long. What sickens me is I think he was hit because he heard me calling him. That crushes. By the time I found him, his body was still limp, but he had begun to smell.

It took about 1.5 hours to dig his grave. We've hardly had any rain, which made it even worse since the ground three inches below the surface is solid clay. It took a couple large buckets of water to finally loosen the soil to bury him.

Evil Jeff climbed part way in the grave and nudged his brother. He knew it was him because he moved the cloth I had Pee covered with and was smelling him. Both Jeffie and Bindi got to say good-bye.

I keep trying to focus on how bad his asthma was getting and how no amount of antibiotics was curing his upper respiratory. It's not working, but I'm trying.

I'm off to grieve.