Thursday morning as I was leaving to go to the grocery store around 8 AM I saw our precious gizmo and Highway 183 hit by a car. It was terrible! I pulled the car over and lifted his limp, warm body into the car. He was dead but it had just happened. I was so upset but wanted to bury him before the boys got home. I dug a grave at the end of the zip line. I have a never dug a grave before and I hope I never have to again. I cried all day.
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