Missing my girl.

in the beginning, I found 5 pups abandoned, sick, malnourished, in a shack in a bad neighborhood. I tried my best to care and support them all, but it was real expensive to keep all 5. I gave two to my grandmother, lost one to parvo, and kept the other two. I live in a pretty rural area, but there is a road lots of dogs out here like to chase cars. I had been doing some e collar training for months to keep them out of the road. Sad to say it didn’t work. I lost my baby girl Roxanne just Thursday, a truck hit her and just left. I knew something was wrong when I heard all the barking outside, and when I went out there her brother was on the porch shaking. He came inside and refused to go back out. He never goes in the house unless she’s in first. I had to carry her home, dig a hole and bury her. Most traumatizing experience in my life, I thought I was pretty desensitized to most pain but this hit me like a train. She wasn’t even two years old yet. I’ve never had to bury an animal. This ache in my heart keeps getting worse. Not only am I grieving, but so is her brother. It’s been extremely rough.