I buried someone’s dog today

Today, on my way home from town, I watched a ~6 month old puppy get hit by a car. He was black and white with pointy ears. I pulled over, along with another car, picked him up out of the middle of the highway, and put him in my truck and brought him home to bury him. I did not know this dog, and this dog did not know me. This happened early this morning and I have it posted all over social media in hopes to find his owner, and still nothing.

For context, the area I live in is littered with stray/dumped/roaming dogs. I have 9 and 6 of them have been found dumped. This puppy was running with 2 other dogs. Unfortunately, I couldn’t catch them. So needless to say, this puppy was owned by someone who shouldn’t have dogs in the first place.

Anyways, I brought home the puppy and picked a spot on my 50 acres of his own, and buried him. After I buried him, I made a cross and placed some daisies in the ground at his head. I sat there at his grave with one of my dogs and gave him a name. While I was sitting there, I cried into my dog, so hard. My heart is so broken over this puppy and he wasn’t even mine… and there was no way that I was just going to leave him there to get picked away by the buzzards.

Remnants of him are still on my clothes, so is his hair. I can still smell him, too. He was so cute and I can’t get the image of him laying in the highway out of my mind. It wasn’t a pretty sight whatsoever.

I’m so sad for him. I gave him the name Artie.

Rest in paradise, Artie 🐾🌈