I found Butters out on a country road out in Blue Ridge, TX,on March 3rd, 2005, when she was just a little puppy. She had run out in front of my car, and I had to slam on the brakes to keep from hitting her. I decided that it would be best if she came home with me, because i didn't think she was very safe out there.
She was so terrified of everyone (due to lack of human interaction as a small puppy) but she was genuinely happy as a part of our family, and we loved her so much. She was a wonderful dog, and although she had certain times where she was more of a puppy than we would have liked, she was a very loved dog, although no one could compete with her love for her duck.
She also was alot smarter than we gave her credit for, she was always finding new ways out of the fence,and finding new ways to trick Tashie into leaving her chew behind. We even made jokes about our little "houdini dog".
On December 1st, I got the worst phone call I've ever gotten. Butters had gotten out of the fence and had run all the way to the end of our neighborhood, and gotten hit on Josey lane, an extremely busy street. She had died on impact. Several people had been nice enough to stop and make sure she didn't get hit again, and they called me. (they got my cell phone number from her tags)
The reality of it didn't even set in until the animal control lady handed me her tags, and said, "i'm so sorry there was nothing we would do for her"
I keep repeating in my head, "why didn't I just leave the dogs inside?" or "why did I go to my mom's house?" and "if I would have just stayed home, I would still have both of my dogs". I know this wasn't anyone's fault, but it doesn't make me feel any less responsible.
Butters, your dad and i love you very much, and we hope that where ever you are, you are no longer afraid, and there are tons of stuffed ducks to destroy,back doors to jump on, and futons to sleep on. We miss you very much, and the house feels very empty without you in it.
I would give anything to be woken up by your barking again.