I got the last few things into my suitcase, had my morning coffee and quick tidy-up. Alison drove up right at 9:15 and Gord started to load our things in the van. I came to help load but Gord had actually packed my sandals into the van and he went to retrieve them for me. I guess nobody was really thinking about the front door being open and where was Rugby until I asked. We started to call him, he escapes all the time but we didn't need to deal with this today! Gord went over to the next street to look and that was when our neighbour Mark came back up the street from the other direction saying he thought he saw him on Marshall Rd and he'd been hit. It takes a while for the brain to compute this kind of information and I asked him 'Is he gone?' Mark just looked so sad; like he was struggling to tell us something and he nodded. Alison went to find Gord, I headed down the back lane towards Marshall Rd but she told me not to go; I didn't need to 'see that'. I turned back and then turned around again and when I got to the end of the lane, I could see what I knew was him, half a block away. I was in such disbelief! Plus we knew we had no time to deal with the whole problem of figuring out what to do because we needed to get to the airport.
Crazy the timing in all of this! I'm not sure I'll ever understand it.
RIP little friend
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