Saturday, June 23, 2012

Charlie Died


Well.

Charlie died. He was killed on the road near to the entrance of our lane. Last night, just before midnight I let all three of our dogs out to pee. Bonnie and Judy usually do their business, mooch around for a few minutes and come to the door to be let in. Charlie does some rounds of the garden and yard and will either come in willingly or he might need to be persuaded. I had gone to bed so Bert was the one doing the persuading. Charlie did not respond so Bert called me and I grumpily got up to try my cajoling magic on him. I shouted, I called, I hoped, I prayed. No Charlie. I took a torch to the bottom of the lane and shone it around. No sign. I decided to take the car out. I'd only turned it out of the lane when I saw him lying at the side of the road. I got out and picked him up. He was limp and light as a feather.

This morning when I carried him from the shed to his grave he felt much more of a burden. I suppose that is what people mean when they speak of a dead weight.

Judging by the amount of blood on the road Charlie did not die where I found him. Someone, most likely the driver of the vehicle that killed him, gathered him up and placed him where no other vehicle would drive over him. I'm grateful for that.

10 comments:

ganching said...

Sorry to hear this - hopefully he didn't suffer.

Nelly said...

Going by the extent of his injuries I'd say he was brain dead instantly.

Mage said...

I'm so sorry.

Anonymous said...

so sorry Nelly, I know you love all your animals

London Sister

easydoesit said...

So sad Nelly, hope he didnt suffer

Nelly said...

I don't think he did.

Leitrim sister said...

sorry to hear that hope your ok x's

Nelly said...

Ack Leitrim Sister I'm sad as can be. But looking forward to seeing you at the weekend. That'll lift me.

Brighid said...

Oh damn, I'm heart broken to hear about Charlie.... What is it with us and our dogs? Hugs your way.

Nelly said...

I think it's just dogs. You get good runs and bad ones. I'm glad to see that you've got a new one. Looking forward to hearing more about him
. My grand's dad said a lovely thing today about Charlie. He said Charlie was A Biker Dog, lived tough and wild and free. His life was far too short but I know that he had a glorious time here with us.