Dear Editor,
On May 30, Memorial Day, I got up early that Monday morning to go outside and water flowers as I always do every morning. My three dogs always accompanied me, but one of them was extra special and very close to me. It was my sweet, loving and smart Chihuahua, Elvis. He was my baby boy who went everywhere with me and while at home everyday, he was right on my heels, sitting up on his hind legs like a squirrel always wanting me to hold him. He loved hugs and kisses and always wanted my attention. He actually thought he was a child by the way I treated him, and he was. We had such a close bond and he would actually say the word mama when he wanted his treats.
But at approximately 8:30 a.m. as I was watering my flowers next to the dirt road, a dark green, two-door, possibly 4x4 drive, late 80’s, early 90’s Chevrolet pickup truck carrying two guys, both with their windows down came traveling down Melton Chapel Church Road. Having plenty of time to see my three dogs standing in the road, you would think they would have bothered to slow down as they approached, but instead just kept on driving and ran over my precious baby boy, Elvis, as I stood there screaming at them to stop. The passenger turned and looked back at me as they kept on going.
I just want you to know that you crushed his little pelvis according to the local veterinarian and he died an agonizing death. I just want to say thank you for being so heartless and cruel for taking the life of my precious baby boy. You know who you are. May the good Lord forgive you.
Keisha Whitley