Letter: Kind acts appreciated
Posted on Jan 15, 2014 - 12:54 PM Printer Friendly View
At 8:56 p.m. on Dec. 29, our beloved Victorian bulldog, Steakhouse, was hit by a car in front of our house, on Buckley Hall Road in Cobbs Creek. He had just turned two years old three days before this happened.
Whoever hit my dog, I am not angry at you. I know that accidents happen. We live on a sharp corner; feet from where a young man recently lost his life and where earlier in 2013, a car full of young adults crashed. I only pray that you had a good reason as to why you did not stop and check on him or even pull him out of the road. I write this letter not to reprimand you, but to thank some very special people instead.
To the man who was driving a truck and immediately pulled over and carried my dog out of the road before we could even get out of the door, thank you. Your simple gesture means more to us than you know. We also want to thank the other man who pulled over and used his flashlight as a means to slow down oncoming traffic. We want to thank a neighbor who lives a few houses down from us for helping us that night, as well. I am sorry that we have forgotten your names, but we are eternally grateful for your assistance that night.
Thank you to our neighbor across the street, Edward Hudgins, for coming to our aid when he heard the commotion. Thank you to our next-door neighbor, Tom Fauber, for helping my husband with Steakhouse and for the beautiful card his family gave us the next day. Last, but certainly not least, thank you to Judy and Jerre Ashberry for coming over immediately and consoling us. We love you dearly. It means the world to us, especially your great-grandchildren, that you allowed us to bury Steakhouse on the Ashberry farm, next to Goldie.
I realize that some may think that he was just a dog, but to us, he was family. Steakhouse greeted us every morning and slept with us every night … even though he liked to roll himself up in our blankets and steal our covers. He shook our hands for a treat and would run to the kitchen when he heard the electric knife, which meant he would be given a piece of steak from my husband.
Steakhouse could hear the school bus a mile away and run to the window, wagging his nub, and waiting for my children to walk through the door. He loved going down slides at the park and running through the water at the beach. Steakhouse was definitely a part of our family. So thank you from the bottom of hearts to all those that aided us that night and to those who have sent us their condolences ever since. From our family to yours, thank you!
Lani Ashberry and family
Cobbs Creek, Va.