The Hit and Run Accident that Still Haunts Me

I hit a dog with my car one foggy night and I’ll never be free from the guilt.

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This story was inspired by one that I read from my sista from another mother (that’s what I’ve decided to call Sherry McGuinn). She’s one of the many Medium writers I’ve been following and corresponding with regularly.

Sherry and I hit it off right away, and she’s someone I enjoy waking up to. I read her responses to my stories, and then I read one or two of her stories so I can clap back.

She’s so funny and super cool (just like me). So as I was saying, I was inspired to write this story, after reading the beautiful and sad story she shared about a wounded bird.

Mourning a Blackbird

I won’t give any spoilers to her story, I’ll just let you guys read it for yourself, and you may want to have your tissues handy.

After I finished reading Sherry’s story, it reminded me of something that happened to me about forty years ago, but just like Sherry, I’ll never forget this incident in my life.

So here goes. I’m about to briefly share one of the items on my mental list of things I’ll always feel guilty about.

Who knows, maybe I’ll finally be able to get this off my conscious.

The Dog in the Fog

I was coming from the club — The Blueberry Hill to be precise. I mentioned working there in my story about being “Famous By Proxy” but what I didn’t mention is that besides working as a cocktail waitress at the club, I also used to party there, both before and after I was fired (that’s another damn story).

Anyway, I was driving on my way home from clubbing, and in case anyone is wondering, NO, I wasn’t drunk.

I have never been able to get drunk, because I have a weird stomach and can’t tolerate liquor like that. I can nurse one drink all night if I chose to, and still have an awesome time.