My Dog, The Best Dog in the World, Was Hit by a Car Thursday and Killed Instantly

HILLARY WAS A DOBERMAN MIX LIKE THIS DOG.

Hillary the Dog jumped the fence and was struck and killed by a car early on Thursday morning right outside the gate to Dog Lady’s place, which sits on a busy, high speed road.

This was a dog even a dog hater would love. You would never know she was around, but if you happened to look her way, you could see the love for you in her eyes and in her facial and body expressions.

When I visited the 3 acre property, Hillary would be waiting by the gate. She would stand up on her hind legs, standing at least 5 feet tall, and greet me. After a quick pat on the head, I would open the gate and go in. She would then follow me everywhere, very quiet and silent, never demanding anything from me other than to keep me in sight.

We can’t quite remember when she was born, but it was probably in the spring or summer of 2014. Her mother was Leila, a big black heavyset furry dog who still lives at the dog compound. Hillary was one of nine puppies sired by a pure-bred Doberman Pinscher. Unlike Leila he had a smooth coat. Some of the pups resembled mom, some dad. Hillary looked similar to a Doberman, but her fur was not black and smooth like a Dobermans, but rather a mottled color, more brown than black and sort of rough.

Her brother, named Dobie, looks similar to a pure-bred Doberman. He’s smooth, shiny, and black with the usual brown markings too.

THIS DOG LOOKS LIKE HER BROTHER DOBIE.

Like his sister, Dobie is also very loving. Unlike Hillary, Dobie is loud and annoying. He jumps on people and hurts them because he wants to play and play rough. He barks more often than he should. He nips you too. If all dogs were like him, I would not feel very positively toward them.

Hillary was the best dog at Dog Lady’s place, where at least 70 or 80 canines have resided at one time or another. So sweet, gentle, and loving. And very quiet, CALM, and unobtrusive.

As a young dog she had a deadly form of mange that made
her fur fall out and her skin bleed. Much of her early life was spent in misery because of the disease. The disease took its toll in the form of weight loss too. For a while she was all skin and bones, and bare bleeding skin.

She never complained.

HILLARY’S MANGE LOOKED EVEN WORSE THAN THIS.

With an expensive radioactive pill from the vet’s office her mange was cured. I’m not sure she ever felt as energetic as the other dogs, but the mange was fixed and she put on weight afterward with the help of the daily treats I would bring the dogs.

She literally was the best dog in the world, never wanting to cause anyone any problems. She just wanted to be with me and others. I think that during her entire life I only heard a bark a half dozen times or less.

She would greet Dog Lady’s regular customers too, never causing anyone any trouble because she was so calm and sweet. If a customer gave her a pat on the head, she was grateful. If not, she was content to just stand there and quietly observe what was happening.

When I read the email from Dog Lady on Thursday morning telling me that Hillary was gone, I rushed over, hoping as I took the short drive that there was some mistake. But there was her lifeless body.

It was heartbreaking. There will never be another dog like her in my lifetime. Maybe never because of her gentle temperament, which contrasts so strikingly with the typical very excitable canine.

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21 thoughts on “My Dog, The Best Dog in the World, Was Hit by a Car Thursday and Killed Instantly

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  2. I feel your sadness, Paladin. So very sorry for you. I thank God for my dogs who bring me great joy in today’s world which is so full of darkness.

  3. My deepest condolences on your heartbreaking loss. I own a purebred doberman and he is my best friend in the world too. In fact, I have a surgery scheduled for Monday and it’s just killing me to think about putting him in a kennel for a few days but I have no choice. As soon as I am able, I will “rescue” my best buddy and take him out to play ball again. Dogs truly are Man’s Best Friend.

  4. I AM NOT THERE

    Do not stand at my grave and weep;
    I am not there. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on snow.
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
    I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry;
    I am not there, I did not die.

    Various sources attribute this poem to the one of the following authors:
    (A) Mary Frye
    (B) Joyce Fossen
    (C) An unknown member of the Hobi Native American Tribe

  5. That dog deserved it because she was a Mudshark (sarcasm) fucking other mutts.

    False narratives can be applied to ANYONE or ANYTHING.

    • Sorry for your loss Sab.

      The mudsharks and oil drillers deserve it, that is the difference. At least you show your true subversive colors. It’s enjoyable watching the death of feminism/liberalism, and seeing true believers like you die inside.

  6. My condoleances. A dog that was my parent’s (which i wasn’t really close to) died around the middle of the year and this month i cat i was fond of also died. Cutest little bugger. Kinda sad that i won’t see him again. Not the best year.

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