R.I.P. Coffee

Monday morning at 5:15, I took Dog out for a walk and saw Coffee in the street.   She wasn't moving and my only thought was the flea medicine that I put on her Sunday night had hurt her.  It didn't look good so I woke up Wade and he found out that she had been ran over by a car.   I leave for work at 6:30 and he had her buried in the vacant lot before the kids could see laying in the street.  

We had a funeral for her after school.