It was a colorful Sunday afternoon and I was outside with my two dogs Rocky and Cece. They were playing while I was on the front porch on my swing. I lived in front of a major highway which, was very busy that day. I got distracted on my phone talking with one of my friends and, did not notice Rocky had wandered off. I heard I loud pop and thought someone had popped one of the tires on their car. I came to realize my greatest fear.
I turned to look to see if I needed to help the driver. It was not a tire in fact it was my dog that the driver had run over. “Rocky!” I screamed and ran into the street. “I’m so sorry.” “Is there anything I can do to help”? Asked the driver. “No” I said bitterly. I was exceedingly dismayed and thought it was my fault for not paying attention. It sincerely traumatized me. I wasn’t the same after that incident. …show more content…
The situation with my family made me feel like I was responsible for this so I, secured myself into my bedroom and did not come out until my family decided enough was enough and, forced me out of my room. It did help some to comfort each other because, we were all grieving for the same
I turned to look to see if I needed to help the driver. It was not a tire in fact it was my dog that the driver had run over. “Rocky!” I screamed and ran into the street. “I’m so sorry.” “Is there anything I can do to help”? Asked the driver. “No” I said bitterly. I was exceedingly dismayed and thought it was my fault for not paying attention. It sincerely traumatized me. I wasn’t the same after that incident. …show more content…
The situation with my family made me feel like I was responsible for this so I, secured myself into my bedroom and did not come out until my family decided enough was enough and, forced me out of my room. It did help some to comfort each other because, we were all grieving for the same