by Melissa Dodson
(Fort Pierce Fla)
This is about my dog Jasper whom I had since he was 8 weeks old. He was a mix of pappilon and pomeranian. He was a huge part of our families lives, he ate dinner with us, went to the beach with us practically everything he was a part of... and then one day he escaped out our front door and was killed by a car.
My 11 year old daughter whom was trying to catch him was almost killed by the car whom killed Jasper. They never even bothered to stop. Jasper died in my daughters arms. This was only a couple of weeks away.
Sometimes I don't feel I can make it I miss him so much. He was such a bright spot in our lives with my husband losing his job, our home. Sometimes I feel guilty that I'm alive and he's not especially how much he loved us... I feel it's not fair....
We buried Jasper on my sisters property, said a prayer, filled his grave with flowers and a small head stone... I put up many pictures of him throughout our apartment but the void is so overwhelming. Jasper was only 1 1/2 years old when he was taken from us. I just hope somewhere out there he knows how loved he was..