on louisa

my adorable little puppy died a few weeks ago. we set out on a beautiful sunny morning for a hike and after about 5 minutes came to a road we had to cross. louisa had never been good with cars and i wasn't watching her closely enough. i crossed first, and as the car behind me whipped by, i turned just in time to see louisa get rolled over. she looked alright on the outside and i moved her to the side of the road - the driver never slowed down of course. she lived for three more days with a bum leg, but wouldn't eat or drink, probably due to internal injuries, and died. my house is once more very quiet (and much cleaner), but i feel good knowing that she lived the high life for a few months. thats more than most dogs can claim here. i have had many offers from people to get me a new dog, but i think one is my limit. maybe a goat though...