Somehow, the back gate came open and Lexie went exploring. We searched the neighborhood high and low until 1:30 in the morning. Then our friend Chris found Lexie. She had been hit by a car and killed.
She was a rescue that I brought home ten years ago. She would have been 12 years old in three weeks. Lexie could be silly, funny, goofy, smart, happy, sad. With a heart of gold and loyalty to each of her family members. She loved everybody.
A nightmare for us. Our Lexie, with her "lashing tail of death" and her love of stuffed toys, treats and "hunting wabbits" in the backyard. Over the Rainbow Bridge.
Our hearts are breaking.