For The Love of God Will Somebody Please Help Dwight Howard Track Down The Piece of Shit Who Ran Over His Dog
Look, I'll be honest. If I ever ran over a dog, I'm not sure I'd stop either. I might just step on the gas and drive 100mph into the nearest oak tree to end it all. I'm not sure I'd be able to live with myself after that one.
Obviously I don't actually mean that. I would stop. I don't want it anywhere on the record that I would not stop my car after hitting a dog. I would stop and call 911, then perform dog CPR to bring the dog the back to life. And if I failed, then I would get back into my car and proceed to the nearest oak tree.
Fuck, man. RIP Sunday. Poor girl. Poor Dwight. That's about as heartbreaking as it gets. Losing a dog is some of the saddest shit imaginable. Especially when it happens so suddenly. Especially when it's at the hands of a hit and run. You get no answers as to how it happened. You have no idea whether the accident was avoidable or not. You just walk outside one day, or pick up the phone one day to be told that your dog is gone. You start thinking about all the things that happened leading up to that moment, and how if just one little thing went differently, your dog wouldn't have been in the exact wrong spot at the exact wrong time. If you hadn't stopped to use the bathroom before letting her out. If you had moved your work trip to the next week All the completely random butterfly effect type shit that could have just as easily prevented the accident. Things you'd have no way of knowing could possibly lead to this. They all run through your mind over and over again. I can't imagine a more hopeless feeling.
Even when you see it coming, the process of watching your dog die is so brutal to deal with. So many times it puts dog owners in impossible situations. My dog dying is legitimately my #1 concern in life right now. Now that he's 11 years old (at least) we're starting to approach the point where keeping him alive and happy is going to get expensive. Thankfully, I'm in an ok enough position where even if it's a pretty big hit, I can afford most things. But for so many people, keeping a dog alive in their later years can be financially crippling. Good people are put in a position where they're literally forced to put a price tag on their dog's life. Forced to do horrible math like, "Is 1 more year of life worth $5,000? That's all the money I have. But he still seems happy. But also the surgery isn't guaranteed to work, so I could just be lighting my savings on fire. Even if it does work, then what comes next?"
That is such a fucked up position to be in.
Sorry I don't know I went down that road. Every time I see a dog die, I just can't help but think about it. But if you live in Suwanee, Georgia, or the greater Atlanta area, and by some miracle have a lead on a guy who "ran over something strange" on the way home from work. Or you work at an auto shop where someone brought a car in and you noticed something suspicious about it... Dwight Howard is in desperate need of answers. Losing a dog like that can do things to a man. John Wick had his dog killed and it fucked him up so bad that it launched him into four more featured length movies (and counting) worth of assassin work. We can't have Dwight Howard going on John Wick on us. He is far too tall and broad for that. Dwight Howard takes up so much space it's a miracle he's not walking into stray bullets every time he leaves his home.
Somebody please help Dwight out. RIP Sunday. I'm sure you were a real one.