Subject: WWW Form Submission
Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2006 08:57:54 -0800 (PST)
Name: Laika (Jean)
Location: Washington State
When in junior high, I had a friend named Joanne who was a fantastic artist. During the summer months we spent a lot of time horseback riding. Joanne had a little fox terrier that followed us everywhere. Joanne absolutely adored this little dog.
When school started, Joanne and I got into art class together. One day I glanced over to her easel to see what she was painting when I noticed her hand was shaking. I asked her, “Joanne, what’s wrong?” She replied that she didn’t know but that she was feeling apprehensive about something. She started shaking so badly that the art teacher came over and asked Joanne what was wrong. By now Joanne was crying so hard that the teacher told me to take her to the nurse.
Joanne couldn’t explain it to the nurse. After getting her to lie down, the nurse said she would call Joanne’s mother to come get her. She went into another room and placed the call. A few minutes later, she came to the door and signaled me to join her in her office. She told me Joanne’s mother was on her way and that I should stay with Joanne until she arrived.
The nurse added that when she explained to Joanne’s mother what was happening, her mother said she understood. Twenty minutes earlier, Joanne’s little dog had been hit by a car and killed.
The connection between people and their pets is awesome.