Erin @erincasss & I loved Hugo dearly, and lost him too early. He sprinted into his life with us, only looking in our direction. That kind of love can be overwhelming, and it propelled him to wedge open a window, pop out a screen, and follow our car as we headed to the grocery store for dinner supplies. His enthusiastic love sent him up our long dirt driveway to Route 3, where parents sped to collect their children, and return home after work days and busy schedules. Hugo hadn’t seen the road before and did not know the speed or danger that existed there. He just knew his family had gone in that direction, his nose confirmed it, and he went, at full speed, towards us. He was hit by a truck, whose driver tried to swerve and pulled over to help. A friend who worked next door ran to help, collecting Hugo back to our house for some comfort and safety. He was the one who called and let us know, drove to the vet, and stayed while he waited for tests and scans. He made sure Hugo was never alone, never stressed nor in more pain. In the end, Erin and I had to let him go. He was brave and strong and gave me the invitation to love another animal when I wasn’t sure I could. He filled our lives with fast joy, goofiness, and a slow appreciation for the simplest of things: car rides with windows down, morning runs, and snuggles before bed. To be frank, this experience is hard and just plain sucks. I’m not entirely comfortable putting this here, but my communities keep showing up when I don’t know where to turn, and I’m learning to be more open to that. The bills were big and we weren’t prepared, so we’ve made a page to donate if you’re so inclined. Both of us just need a little help to get on our feet as we open our hearts to a new pup in the future. Donate here: gf.me/u/v3xzdg https://www.instagram.com/p/B3uwPmlgFPLTyF-4ZBKoQEECKmX4tLR7cDrBFY0/?igshid=w9psq45g9h4c
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