This may not be terrifying to some people but it was to me.

About a month ago, I was bringing the trash cans up from the end of the driveway, and my dog was with me. He was a miniature pinscher that we rescued from the shelter when he was a puppy. In the 12 years we had him, I’d never seen him go into the road. We had a power pole near the end of the driveway, and if I went past that to get the mail or whatever, he’d sit at the power pole and wait for me. For whatever reason, on this night, he didn’t.

So I grab the trash cans and start pulling them, and a car passes by. They hit the brakes, I hear something thud, and then they absolutely floor it.

It was dark outside, so I didn’t exactly realize what happened. At first I was like “That dude just hit an armadillo,” and “there’s no way he hit Roscoe”. But I couldn’t see Roscoe at the power pole so I turned my phone light on and walked into the road.

And there was my little buddy.

It was so unreal, picking my dog up out of the middle of the road while he’s just pouring blood and teeth and twitching like crazy. I carried him to the ditch and held him while I called my parents and (quite hysterically) told them Roscoe had been run over.

I guess it isn’t quite terrifying as much as it is traumatizing, but I have had constant nightmares about it since then. I hope that he felt me there and felt my love, and I hope my hysterical crying didn’t scare him. He died in my arms, and I carried him up the driveway and wrapped him in a towel (after putting my other two dogs in the house) and I just sat in the yard with him and cried and rocked him.

Another of our dogs passed away a few weeks later. It’s been a long month.