10th Day of NaBloPoMo/Growing Up/Growing Up

mother and girls
This is Mother and girls circa. 1951. I am in the middle.

Anna and I continued to yell at Buster to get out of the street as the cars were flying by.  Buster had no leash on so we couldn’t just grab it and drag him to safety.  Most of the drivers were slowing down hoping that the dog would run out of the street without getting hurt.   Buster had always liked to bark at cars and he certainly was not afraid of them.  Then he decided to sit down in the middle of the road and keep barking!  Each time we tried to run out to get him another car would come too fast for us to take a chance.

Then all of a sudden a car going much too fast and not seeing Buster, ran right over him!  He lay there quietly and we didn’t know if he was dead or just injured.  The car that had run over him just kept going unaware of what he had done or just did not care.  A few drivers slowed when they saw Anna and I in the middle of the street trying to pick Buster up.  The cars stopped long enough so that we could get to the sidewalk with the dog.  Buster was limp and heavy even though he was a small dog.  He had blood oozing from a few places and as Anna carried him, we were pretty certain he was dead.  He certainly wasn’t moving.  We both started crying as we started for home.  I told Anna that we were going to be late for school but she said that we had to get him home and have Mother check him out.  She was still holding out hope that he would recover.

So on we trudged and fortunately there was no snow yet, even though it was November, so we didn’t have to worry about that as we slowly walked up the hill towards home.  When we arrived at home with Buster in tow, my Mother screamed, “What happened?”  Through our tears we explained what had happened.  She took Buster and lay him on a blanket in the kitchen while she examined him and then pronounced him dead!  By this time we were all wailing!  Fortunately, the baby was asleep.  Mother cleaned us up a bit and gave us a note for the nuns at school explaining what had happened.  Then after a cup of tea, she shooed us off to school.  We knew we wouldn’t be learning much that day.

When we came home after a miserable day at school, we saw that Mother had wrapped Buster in the blanket she had used at first and put him in our little wagon on the covered porch where we kept tools and such.  And that’s where he stayed for the Winter, frozen stiff!  We couldn’t bury him because the ground was so hard from being frozen.  So every time we went to the toilet which was also on the porch with a door of course, we saw Buster.  He was covered with the blanket but it still brought tears to our eyes.  Needless to say, there was a lot of crying going on in our house that Winter.

To be continued.

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