My wife called a few hours ago, crying her heart out. The dog was actually ran over this morning and the animal shelter had been trying all day to get in touch with us. My kids, were home and though the dog escape and just needed to be picked up from the shelter. Damm, it was fucking hard to tell, two young boys that their dog was dead, and even harder to leave for work while everyone in the family crying. It feels like we lost a part of our family.