Anyway, I was out on my tractor mowing. I stopped to go in and cool off and that's when I saw him. My special baby had found his way into the fenced yard. I didn't see what happened, and since I could not find any blood or injuries, I decided they didn't attack, but my three dogs scared him to death. He was already dead when I found him. I was screaming my sobs, sure they could be heard to the next county.

You have to get it in your head that Ranger went quickly and painlessly. He is safe now, in a place where they have no cars.

I am so sorry for your loss too. losing anyone is tough.

The love never goes away. Sometimes it feels like the pain won't either, but it does ease up, and it's eventually replaced with the good memories.

I was also thiking that maybe my sadness for ranger is so much worse because i've been so sad about having FMS. It seems like i am way too emotional for one bad incident. If you're not healed over one thing it collides into the next i think. Or at least that's how it feels.My family cried a little, but then they were good. Of course, my dad is part relieved because when he heard the sound of the hit, he ran out the door thinking it was me because he knew i went out to see the neighbors.

thanks for gabbing while i was up...i think i am just going to try sleep, if that doesn't work..a movie...preferably, a comedy.

I'm here with gentle hugs, dry shoulders and listening ears whenever you need it.

Dream sweetly and be easy on yourself.