Marsha, my heart just goes out to you. Just try to hang in there and love your other furbabies and your 2 two legged babies.
No words are really going to make you feel better, but hopefully knowing that all of your online friends share your pain will give you some comfort. Not everyone out there is like the people that didn't help you today. My husband almost got himself killed on the highway last summer when he came across a tiny kitten (I mean 4 weeks old) kitten in the center lane of the road. He just missed it, pulled over to the breakdown lane, backed up as fast as he could and jumped out of the car and into traffic to flag cars to the side around the kitten. Kitty heard the car noise on one side and run under my husband's car where he/she was safely rescued. Another good Samaritan stopped and helped with coaxing the kitty from under the car and she fell in love with the little one and took straight to the vet. So don't give up Marsha, you do good things and that is what matters the most. Here's to a better New Year! ~Patricia _____ From: [email protected] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of marsha Taylor Sent: Saturday, December 30, 2006 9:29 PM To: jetta; dohn; teresa mcelhinny; Theresa Loux; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; [email protected]; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; findahomepets; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; [EMAIL PROTECTED]; Bonnie Hooks; byron whittaker; Cindy Andrilli; imogene isaacs; linda rose; nancy; Nancy Patton Subject: [Chihuahuas] May be OT for some groups This may be OT for some groups, but doing one mass email so I do not have to repeat....I have been sharing the tales of Cookie's escapes. She made her final escape. Just a couple of minutes after I sent a post to some about her most recent one, son came to tell me she had escaped again. We ran to chase her...ran along the road....I drove, son ran.....we saw her. I flashed lights like crazy at on coming traffic.....son stood in middle of road......car wouldn't slow down. Cookie is gone. I have cried till I seem to have no more tears, just to find more tears.... I don't understand how the car could just keep driving...with me beeping and flashing and son standing in road.....they don't even know if they killed a dog or a child! I picked her up...begging and crying for some one to stop and help. Cars drove by, rolled down windows and stared, but not one person stopped to help. In our small community, that is hard to swallow. Maybe in the city it is to dangerous....but I expected so much more from the people here..... I don't understand why God is allowing Satan to try me so much these days. I have reached a point I don't feel I have much fight left in me.... Cookie may not have been some nice show dog or anything...she was just a little mixed breed...but she held such a special place in my heart....She was such a free spirit...... I sit here, covered in blood, trying to write this through the tears....just felt I needed to share with my online friends, since I don't have a lot of "real life" friends..... IN MEMORY OF COOKIE <http://www.dogster.com/?111722> www.dogster.com/?111722 Marsha
