The Motal's: RIP Annie Mae Motal

Friday, April 27th, I lost a huge piece of my heart....my sweet Annie was accidently ran over by Jackson.

EVERY day we have the same routine.....I come home, open the door, and she runs out and waits for me to come out and play with her. This day was no different...she went potty and began playing with her BFF Kitty. I went back in and was tending to Maggie and then went back out about 20mins later to check on her. She was still playing with Kitty and then did her MOST favorite thing in the world....went for a run! Every day she runs down our driveway as fast as she can, then runs out in the pasture and looks for rabbits/birds/etc. For some reason, I sent Jackson a text to tell him she was out running, which I don't have a clue why I did that because everyone knows that if the barn door is open, Annie is more than likely out running, so just go slow and watch for her. About 10 mins after texting him, he called me in a VERY upset voice telling me that he ran her over and she was dead. I immediately feel to my knees and couldn't breathe. Honestly, I thought he was playing a cruel trick on me because I had sent him the text. I looked out the window and saw him out in the middle of the driveway. I grabbed Maggie and ran out there as fast as I could only to see that he wasn't lieing.

As Jackson was pulling up the driveway, he saw her and she saw him...she ran up to the truck like she does daily and for some reason tried to cut in front of him instead of running beside him. We sat there for a while and loved on her and said our goodbyes. Maggie yelled at her, I'm assuming because she wouldn't get up and play with her. It took us a while, but we buried her, along with her favorite toys under our biggest oak tree.
The past week and a half have been unbearable. That Friday night, I cried hysterically, and that continued on into Saturday, until Samantha and Charlie came to visit. I have found that when I'm busy or around people, I'm okay, but when it comes to bedtime, the water-works begin again. She has slept with me/on me every night for 2 1/2 years. It is VERY weird being able to reach over and touch Jackson and not her. It also hits me when I come home after work and she's not here to greet me.
Annie was Jackson's first dog, so he too has been very upset about losing her. However, we are happy that it was him that hit her and not a family member or friend. It was a complete accident and the last thing we would want is for anyone to feel guilty about it. We often refer to her as our "First Born" because we literally treated her like our child. Maggie still goes to the door everyday and looks for her and calls her name (yells) out the window for her. We've put her picture up in the house so Maggie can see it and she points and laughs at it. I know she's little and doesn't completely understand, but I do know that she misses her Sissy. Last weekend Jackson ran off to POC and left Mags and I home alone for the first time without our protector. I had so much anxiety due to the fact that 1. I hate being home alone 2. I only stay home alone with Annie there because she barks at anything she hears. I survived....but barely!

Jackson and I both know that it will get easier with time, but we still miss her so much.