Midnight died tonight. I hired a guy to come help me with our network issues, and I locked myself out of the office. He came downstairs to let me in, and Midnight ran outside. I couldn't catch him. He was hit by a gal speeding through at about 2x the posted speed limit. The bitch didn't even stop.
I tried to catch him. He went across the street and almost got hit. He's so fast. He was in a cornered area I was trying to make it to. He saw me running for him, and he loved to play chicken. He ran for me. I saw the car so far ahead. I knew it was going to hit him. I waved. I screamed stop. I yelled bloody murder. She just kept coming.
I told sweety. She said she was glad I didn't get hit trying to catch him.
I wish I'd died. I feel so miserable. I let her baby puppy die.
I tried to catch him. He went across the street and almost got hit. He's so fast. He was in a cornered area I was trying to make it to. He saw me running for him, and he loved to play chicken. He ran for me. I saw the car so far ahead. I knew it was going to hit him. I waved. I screamed stop. I yelled bloody murder. She just kept coming.
I told sweety. She said she was glad I didn't get hit trying to catch him.
I wish I'd died. I feel so miserable. I let her baby puppy die.

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