On Sunday, my brother's dog got hit by a car and didn't make it. This has left me utterly shattered.
I fucking loved that dog.
And I hope the douche bag driver- who stopped and got out but clearly didn't give a shit about his lack of caution or the fact that he had just killed one of God's BESTEST critters-
feels the pain of a thousand hammers whacking his nuts.
If only "getting the tape" fixed all broken things, Eli....
