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Lynn St. Georges's avatar

Long ago, when I was perhaps 12 or so, my family had been given an adult German Shepherd called Duchess. We lived in a rural area with a nature preserve behind our house and I’d go for long rides on my horse with Duchess joining along. Our home was on a busy two-lane road, with one of the fewer straight stretches passing our property. Cars often sped through this stretch.

I was returning from a ride one day and as I always did, we came out of the nature preserve a bit down the road from home. As we were walking alongside the road toward our driveway and the barn, a car sped by and hit Duchess, tossing her body up the road. The car never even tapped the brakes, just continued speeding up the road.

I began screaming and my horse became very unsettled. I dismounted and walked her home to tell my father, tears streaming down my face. He got the station wagon and went to get Duchess. He returned with her wrapped in a blanket and carried her into a wooded area to bury her.

I’m nearly 70 now and I’ve never forgotten it. I wish my father had written this letter.

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Ghostmutt's avatar

A beautiful response to a horrible thing. My own letter would read a little closer to Liam Neeson's speech in Taken...

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