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I woke up to Mom wailing again this morning.
Not because of the kittens this time. They're fine and even the ones we thought might not make it are on their way to recovery. They're absolutely adorable, and Freya is a good mom.
However... Mom's dog, Zila, who has been the light of her life -second only to us kids- got ran over this morning by a truck -who saw him coming and sped up anyway-. Asshole didn't even stop. He wasn't killed on impact but was bleeding from both ends and unable to stand.
We had to have one of our uncles shoot him, since Mom couldn't do it herself. It was one of the most traumatizing things to happen in a long, long time.
...Poor Mom. Poor Zila.
*sighs*
Not because of the kittens this time. They're fine and even the ones we thought might not make it are on their way to recovery. They're absolutely adorable, and Freya is a good mom.
However... Mom's dog, Zila, who has been the light of her life -second only to us kids- got ran over this morning by a truck -who saw him coming and sped up anyway-. Asshole didn't even stop. He wasn't killed on impact but was bleeding from both ends and unable to stand.
We had to have one of our uncles shoot him, since Mom couldn't do it herself. It was one of the most traumatizing things to happen in a long, long time.
...Poor Mom. Poor Zila.
*sighs*
