My mother adopted Ellanor a year and 8 months ago.
She was a 6-year-old puggle, rescued from a puppy mill. We found her at the humane's society, anxiously running back and forth in a kennel. When we approached her, she stopped and let us pet her. We knew we had to save her.
Everyone in the family fell in love with her almost immediately. She was incredibly docile and shy, but very affectionate when the mood strikes. She spent everyday beside my mom, sitting in her special chair, watching.
Because she was a puppy mill dog, she looked a little different. Her eyes were quite buggy, and her teeth were quite crooked with an underbite. When she was tired, her teeth would show, and while it looked silly, there was something incredibly adorable about her 'teething' at us.
Yesterday, our front door blew open, and she got curious and went exploring. We noticed maybe 5 minutes after she got out. We found her 10 minutes later, dead. About 4 witnesses told us they saw a car hit her, and as she ran away from the pain of that hit, another struck her and killed her.
I was the first to find her. As the witnesses waited with the body, I went and found my sister, my dad, and finally my mother. And we were all heart broken.
Last night was the weirdest experience, as I'm used to going to the kitchen, sitting beside Ella in her chair, cuddling her, and then tucking her into bed with our other dogs. And though that part of my routine was so new, it seemed like I had done that forever. Not doing that last night felt wrong. And this morning, she didn't quietly greet me as she usually did, running up to me, sitting down and waiting for a kiss, then a good rub down. It felt wrong.
She is definitely not the first pet we have lost in this family, but her death was so quite and sudden and just.. unfair, that it hurts more than the others.
I'll miss her.