Last week my lovely gorgeous cocker was run over. He never stood a chance. He was 14 months old. I feel so so guilty. I am really struggling.
We had only had him 3 months and were just beginning to trust him off the lead. He was such a lovely dog and fit into our family perfectly. I couldn't believe how lucky we were to have him.
I had taken him for a walk somewhere I thought was safe - a playing field connected to a cycle track. We'd walked around the playing field, and then my son wanted to head along the cycle track. We walked a little along the track, over a road and I had no idea there was access to the road below. I know. Stupid.
I think he caught a scent and got turned around. I can still see him racing off towards the road. I think he was trying to head back to us. We were calling him.
I can still remember looking down on his lifeless body. I still remember leaving my toddler and baby with strangers to scramble down to his wee body. Lifting him up and realising he'd gone. Having to think what to do next. Scrambling back to my children and getting them back to the car and driving around to where my dog was. I can't thank the stranger who stopped to help enough. I would have been in pieces without that help.
I just can't stop seeing it. Every time I have a moment to myself I just replay the whole thing. I wake up in the middle of the night and think about it.
I just don't know how I'm going to get over it. Help