My best friend was killed today.....

This is my dog Misty Lynn, my best friend. Today, someone speeding on my street, ran over her, and killed her. She isn't just a dog, she is one of my children, she was born 3 weeks before my 6 year old twin sons. She didn't like thunderstorms, or fireworks, when storms came she would climb in bed with me and try to get inside my shirt, when fireworks were going off she would get on my bed and hide under the covers. In the morning when the twins would walk to the bus stop she would walk with them and stay there until they got on the bus, then she would walk home and scratch at the door to be let in. When my youngest and I would walk out to the bus stop she would go with us and sit there until he got on the bus, then she and I would walk back to the house.



When I would get ready to go into town, Misty would be by my feet her tail waggin a hundred miles an hour, because she knew she was goin to go. I'd walk out and she would be right behind me. As I opened the door to my truck she would look at me waiting for permission to get in, I'd click my tongue at her and she would hop in and get in the passenger seat that tail flying so fast it was a blur and her whole rear end was moving with it.



She would let the kids put hats and clothes on her and she would play in the yard, racing around them as they drove thier battery operated trucks. She and I would play with each other as I cut the grass on the riding mower, she would charge at the mower barking and I would chase her with the mower and she would try to get behind me and snap at the tires. When she ran, she would use her rear legs as if they were tied together and she sort of bounced like a kangaroo.

She loved having her belly rubbed, and she loved to lick your face. If she had to go to the bathroom she would come up to you and use her little whine that only meant that she had to go out. She and the cats would play at times, she would chse them and they would suddenly stop raise up on thier back legs and swat her, and she would actually fall over as if she was dead, and the cat would then pounce on her. Then they would start over again.

The speed limit on my street is 25 mph. According to the shriffs deputy who came out and saw where she was struck and where her collar landed, said the person had to be goin at least 40+ mph. there are no speed limit signs on my street. There will be.

And to the person who thinks they only hit a dog and didn't bother to stop. you didn't just hit a dog, you hit one of my children and my best friend.

In the morning the kids aren't going to school. We have a funeral to attend to.

Mark