There really wasn't much injury on the outside, so it had to have been internal injuries that killed him. I'm thinking a collapsed lung since he went so quickly. I guess the good in this is that he didn't suffer long. I just wish that I could've been there to tell him goodbye. I was inside my house, so didn't see it happen. Wanda knocked at my door and I just thought that she was bringing Brinkley home since that's what she does when she has to leave her house. I remember her telling me, me screaming, "NO!" and running over to where he was laying. In spite of being so upset, I was angry at him for running into the street. I tried and tried to teach him to stay out of the road, but when he's chasing after something, he doesn't care. I just wish he could've learned without actually being hit.Since we don't own our house and because he was as much John and Wanda's dog, we buried him next door. I guess we could've had him cremated, but that would've cost money. Plus, I don't think I could've handled seeing his ashes everyday like that. I can't see how in the world people have their pets STUFFED! I just couldn't handle that!
Shad got Brinkley for my birthday right after we were married. Brinkley was 10 weeks old then and would've been 6 years old this December. I was looking forward to Christopher growing up with Brinkley. Several people have already told us that an easy way to get over Brinkley is to get another dog. I just don't think I could do that right now. I really want another Jack Russell someday (one that DOESN'T jump the fence!), but until Christopher's older, that's probably not the best breed. We'll see later on down the road. I just can't imagine everyday life without our baby Brinkley!
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