Goodbye is the worst

I had to say goodbye to an old friend this weekend. My sweet little dog Roy got hit by a car Saturday. I got him 13 years ago from a shelter. We went just to look and he stuck his little black nose in the grate of his cage and I fell instantly in love. He was my friend. I have had quite a bit of guilt concerning him since the kids were born. He used to sleep with me but I kicked him out when I got pregnant the first time. He was the best dog. He had this face he made when he was happy and you could tell he was totally smiling. I thought I had more time with the little guy. He was quite spry for a 14 year old dog. But small mixed dogs are like that. The people who hit him stopped and kept apologizing. They were very nice. They said they had slowed down because they saw him and actually stopped but when they started moving again he went for the tire and they rolled over him. It was awful. But they were so nice to me.

Goodbye old friend. I will never forget you.
Roy Julio