I've never made a thread about Digger. He was my brothers dog, but was also known as my boyfriend back when I didn't have a boyfriend.
On Sunday, January 6th, 2002 Digger and Boo (has been posted in some of my threads along with Lucy) had gone on an adventure across the street to visit some neighbor dogs. When my brother called them home they weren't coming. My mom went out to help him and saw a small pickup truck at the end of our driveway (my brother lives next to my parents). The woman was very upset. Digger had ran right out in front of her. There was nothing she could do. She offered to drive him to the vet.
Instead I got my SILs truck and my sister (who is a vet tech and happened to be down visiting for the holidays) rode in the back with Digger.
Monday and Tuesday of the following week I went to visit him at the vet on my lunch from work. Wednesday I was not able to go, but figured someone else in the family had gone. Thursday morning I was talking to my SIL and she informed me that nobody had gone to visit him on Wednesday. Not even 3 minutes after we hung up she called me back crying. The vet had just called....he had just gone to the bridge minutes before, basically while we were on the phone discussing him.
I can't seem to get it out of my head that he thought we had given up on him since we didn't visit that day. My brother, on the other hand, was relieved that Digger took the huge decision away from him on whether or not to let him go.
The impact from the car was mostly to his head. So even if he had lived he wouldn't have been the same dog. He use to give me hugs and he always talked (loud!) in his sleep when I dogsat them. He was my boyfriend.
So, 6 years ago today Digger went to the bridge to wait for one fine day.
I have included a picture of him from a trip we took to Hearst Castle back in 2000. He was hanging out the motorhome window in the drivers seat.
I know you are playing hard at the bridge Digger Dog!!
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