We were driving to my daughters today and the van in front (white van) knocked a beautiful ginger and white fur babe over. He was speeding and the
drove off. I hysterically stopped my car in front of the little darling so nobody could hit it again. I quickly but carefully picked him up and my other daughter and son in-law were frantically knocking on doors trying to find his Mummy..... nobody knew were he lived...
His little mouth was bledding and I kept asking him to hang on until we found Mummy, sadly he didn't as I cradled him he jerked backwards and went limp that was the point my daughter found his Mummys door. It was too late, he was on his way to Rainbow bridge
As you can imagine she was hysterical and I had to let her know it wasn't me that had run him over. She asked us in and thanked us for finding her and wasn't surprised he hadn't been knocked over before as he crossed from one side of the main road to the other several times a day
I haven't stopped crying since it happened as I kept thinking about how I would be feeling i it was my babies
She told me his name was Jasper and he was two years old next week
RIP Little one have fun at the bridge and show Your Mummy that rainbow
xxxxxxx