practicalmailbox: I’m the reason my mom’s beloved dog is dead. The only person who knows this is my ex. We had dated for six months, and then we had to take a break. I wasn’t supposed to be seeing him but decided to one night anyway. I snuck out to see him, and everything was fine.
I was walking back home and saw a giant dead squirrel in the middle of the road. I got into my house and started playing Call of Duty. After about a half hour, I realized I hadn’t seen my dog in a while, which was unusual because she always ran up to me.
I couldn’t find her in the house and stopped dead in my tracks and remembered seeing what I thought was a gigantic squirrel.
I took off running outside to where I saw it and realized it was my mom’s dog. She wasn’t in the middle of the road anymore. Someone had moved her to the sidewalk. I broke down crying. I couldn’t believe that I had left the gate open when I left. I was the one who got her dead.
My mom absolutely loved her. She followed my mom around everywhere and was always by her side. I stood at the road and called my mom, who was out of state, and I was crying my heart out.
I kept saying I was so sorry, and she told me it wasn’t my fault, so I shouldn’t be. I started crying more then, and she was trying so hard to calm me down, and I felt bad because she didn’t know that it really was my fault.
I couldn’t pick her up and bring her home because I couldn’t touch her. Someone driving by stopped and helped me get her home. That was a really hard time.
My mom and family assume that she had a heart attack or something since I found her on the side of the road. I can’t tell them that I saw her in the middle of the road 30 minutes prior. I know that someone really had hit her.
My mom was crying for weeks. It took her half a year just to be able to look at pictures of her again or to mention her without crying. I feel so awful for it and could never tell her the truth.