My neighbor's have a dachshund-ish dog named Max. I don't know why they got him, but it may have something to do with holding him for someone else or something. They had a big pitbull a while back, but the city took it because it just sat outside barking its head off all day and night. Max doesn't get much better treatment it seems, since he's always hanging around outside my house, playing a little rough with my dogs and munching down any food I give him.
Today I looked out on the back porch, and saw Max, and saw Max. Apparently, for God knows what reason, the neighbors got another dog almost exactly like him. "Oh fuck no, this is not going to stand," I think to myself. But then I remember that they're just a couple little dogs, and they look happy enough sleeping out there. I thought about putting some food out, but I'm almost out anyway.
Then, ten minutes later and about twenty minutes ago, the new dog got crushed by a car in front of my house. Max was still hanging around back, as happy as he ever is.
I don't believe in looking back on the past, and thinking about minor things you could have done differently to save someone's life. And it is just a dog that I'd never seen before, with some rather neglectful owners. But... fuck... I was literally right there, deciding whether or not to do... something... that I guess might have distracted it for ten minutes? Hell, it was going to run around in the street at some point, I've seen it before with other dogs. But damn.