The Hazel Eyes Tour

A thought dawned on me a few nights ago as I lay in bed with Jack and Gibs (dog & cat) watching them sleep snuggled against me. My mind drifted to my parents house and all the beloved pets buried there, from the time I was a small child all the way to my adulthood. My childhood pets, my kids 2 bunnies (from my single parent days) and a dog I had when I was first married. Dad always buried the pets tenderly with love and kindness, they were part of the family.

I remember a German Shepard my Dad had when I was a teenager. She was an amazing dog. One day Dad crossed our busy street after making her sit and telling her to stay. This one time she did not listen. She ran after Dad and was hit by a car, a speeding car. For some reason I remember him telling someone that her collar hooked on the car and it drug her several yards before it came loose. The driver never stopped, he had to know. She didn’t die instantly. We got her to the vet and he put her down while Dad held her. The strongest memory I have is Dad standing over her freshly dug grave sobbing. He buried her by a small tree in the yard. Needless to say the tree is huge now.

Good Lord if the new owners ever dig up the yard they will find many assorted skeletons buried there. Wonder if I should have put a clause in the contract stating that they cannot disturb the graves?!?!