His name was Napoleon

and he was loved until his last breath.

Today I was in the car driving and a women in big hurry nearly ran into me.  She saw me at the last second and jerked her big boat of a Mercedes back into her lane.  When the coast was clear she floored it and jumped in front of me.  I'm always amazed at how one car length equals victory.  As she accelerated she ran over a little brown Chihuahua that was crossing the 4 lanes of traffic.  She kept going.  As I gasped in horror he rolled so quickly towards my car, I swerved and still couldn't avoid him.  I screamed out NOOOOO as I turned my car around, got out and ran to the little pup.  My body was shaking uncontrollably.  Tears poured from my face as I talked to the little brown love.  I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry and he was already gone.

A man who lives across the street saw the whole thing unfold came out to console me.  "Please don't lose it he said, it was not your fault.  You are ok.  You are ok.  Ma'am are you ok?"  I rotated the thin leather collar to find his tags, Napoleon. His name was Napoleon and his phone number was there too.  The man called Napoleon's dad and told him the story.  I sat on the side of the road, my face now stained with mascara, my eyes burning, my body still shaking and we waited.

When Napoleon's dad arrived I hugged him and said "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for your loss, I'm so sorry there wasn't more I could do, I'm so very sorry" and he replied with "I'm sorry you had to experience that, thank you for waiting with him." We cried together, he picked up his dog and we parted ways.
Today I learned again as if for the first time:
There are two kinds of people in this world--- Those who stop and those who keep going.
Those who come out from their homes to lend support and those who close the curtains.
Crossing the road is dangerous.
All life is precious. 
And most of all, tears are the only true universal language.