So, yeah....Poor Ben, one of my old dogs, apperently slipped out and ran off...He was found the fallowing morning out on the road, having been hit by a car and killed...I know that dog was wearing tags, so unless the people HONESTLY thought they just ran over a little black panther, it was a hit-and-run.
He was a good dog...We didn't get along very well at first, but he was a good brother. I will never forget him.
For some reason this came to mind after I found out...Partially because Ben was rather old when he was killed:
"Near a tree by a river
there's a hole in the ground
where an old man of Arran
goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon
in the vail of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you..."
there's a hole in the ground
where an old man of Arran
goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon
in the vail of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you..."
