I just killed my dog. As much as I want to say it was an accident, it was totally, 100%, and completely my fault.
My girl was a smaller black Lab. She loved going to the barn, it was her favorite place in the whole world. She loved the horses, the staff, the other dogs, the room to run, and even all the horse poop to eat. She also loved going for car rides. Even if it was just a trip to Home Depot or Starbucks, she was so happy to be in the car and going anywhere with us.
This weekend we had visitors over. As they were unloading luggage, we left the car and house doors open to expedite the process. The dogs were in the backyard. What we didn’t notice is the gate to the backyard was open, and as we were taking bags inside she jumped in the car and lay down in the driver’s seat (her favorite seat). We came back for one last trip to carry things inside, and she just lay there out of sight, waiting to go for an adventure.
We closed the doors. And locked them. Being in the south, it was horribly hot - she probably died within 20 mins. But our older dog was right outside the patio door, happy as a clam, and we had no reason to doubt she was out there to.
We went to bring them inside - he came right in and went for a nap on the tiles, but she didn’t appear, tail wagging, happy as usual. I started to get worried, she was usually the first one at the door, ready to go for a hardcore snuggle sesh. I noticed the gate open and freaked out, running around the house calling her, but she never came. At this point she had been in the hot car for probably 3 hours.
My dad found her. She was still in the driver’s seat, but there was nothing happy on her face - she was frozen in a contorted, terrified position, which is probably how she felt as she died. 100% alone. She died in the car, alone, in a horrible, painful, 100% preventable way, right after watching us walk away and leave her. Her last image of us was us leaving her. Her probably getting hotter and hotter, wondering where we were. When we would be coming back for an adventure. She probably started getting drowsy, confused, likely in pain from heat stroke and organ failure. We know she had at least one seizure, probably more, probably terrified before finally leaving us and being locked into that horrible and contorted position.
I can’t stop crying. I should’ve checked the gate. I should’ve checked the car. I should’ve done so many things, but I didn’t.
I murdered my dog. My parents want another dog eventually, but I feel like we should never again put hands on an animal, let alone own one.
I can’t go to the barn. Every time I go, I see her running around with the others - but she’s not. I see her sprinting through the pastures - but she won’t, ever again. I see her when I get ready to leave, all tuckered out, ready to nap all night before another round.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get over this. I’m a horrible person.
I murdered my dog.