Poor Knash.

My dad called me at about 06h30 this morning: "Knash is dead." She was hit by a car. Head trauma. Whoever found her saw the signs we had posted and called my dad to take a look. They had put her aside on the center median and had laid a rosary on her.

This happened probably less than a mile from where we live. How can she roam for three days, in this heat, without no one noticing or calling her in? She was a big dog but certainly not vicious. I feel alot of guilt, and I feel like my dad should hate me. He said it wasn't our fault but I'm sure he's just fuming.

I feel really awful.