Ned and I were heading to the dog park with the pups, we crossed the road on Roebling and Union and about 10 seconds after, we heard a loud thump and breaks. 2 trucks had an accident and one truck skided and eventually stopped right on the crossing where we just walked.

I’ve been walking around all day with pictures of my and Ned dead in the street and the dogs, that somehow ever got hit running away in fear and being lost forever, or sitting next to us howling and licking the blood. 

The worst thing about this is that it was just a matter of timing and luck, 10 seconds earlier and it wouldn’t have mattered how careful or attentive we were, how slow we walked or whatever. We would just be dead or seriously injured because someone ele had an accident. 

I feel really helpless right now, and I seriously hate it.