Speeding kills! I want him back...
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I cry, I scream his name, but he is gone, my boy is gone no matter what I do. I cremated him today 8 Dec in my jacket to let him know that I did not left him in the street, but by Christ it hurts. I found him covered in this cloth, mutilated face, and frozennnnnn dead.
He left an empty space that I cannot fill ever, speed killed him, and almost me today. In the same spot, I was just a metre away from being run over, just a night after him. The fact that I was nearly to die, that moment I understood he is dead, a fear that I felt searching for him a night before, or at list what I believed at that time. Last night I did attempt to find him, in fact I pointed the torch on this cloth, but it did not crossed my mind that he is covered by it. He was killed last night, today it could have been me. The driver looked at my disturbed face and asked me if I am OK, I waved my hand to him, and as I approached the cloth still shouting his name, a last hope which I knew is never going to happen, I pulled up the corner of it, and I find myself on the pavement screaming. An old lady came to me, and managed to make sense talking to me, so I lifted him and brought him home, screaming his name as loud as I could, but he never wake up.
All morning and afternoon I hold him in my arms, I did not look at at his face until I took this photo, all I could see is Riky sleeping, now I am hit by the reality, he is not sleeping, I want him backkkkkkkkk
The irony is; he was saved from dogs in the streets, Romanian streets, and brought by a friend to me as a Christmas gift exactly 10 years ago. He was saved from dogs but killed by humanssssss speeding!
I never left him behind, I took him in 3 countries and loved him more than myself, now he left me forever!
I just fund out, he was killed at 14pm, by a white van, a driver who never stopped. A lady stopped and took the decision to cover him when other lady was panicking not knowing what to do, he did not die instantly, just few minutes later. She covered him in that cloth, knowing that someone will look soon after him, unfortunately I found him next day.
Also by Roxana Brivent-Barnes
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