lukedovichak
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Got up feeling kinda sick, off to work. Gave dad a call and he was going for breakfast for fathers day brunch in town. Wish i coulda went but I had to work. So the day goes on, I take his new quad he got dirty working on the farm. take it to my house 4 miles away change the oil, and feel good i did a deed he didnt want to do for him. So after we wrap up and clean everything up one of my best friends grabs my year and 2 month old boxer for me and throws him in the box of his 1 ton ford diesel. I jump on the quad and begin to drive it back to the farm. We are 3.5 miles into our drive when he jumps on the roof of the truck!! never before has he done this then he gets back into the box. next time he gets on the roof, then ONTO HIS HOOD!!!! I stop and grab him to take him with me on the quad. He runs off and tries to catch my buddy and when i go to turn the quad around and follow him I see the worst thing ever in my life. My boxer Diesel had been ran over. I went to pick him up and hold him for his last couple of breaths trying to help. Theres nothing I can do but hold him tight and wish for him to come back. I take him home and lay him on the grass and grab my g/f. We cried for an hour and wrapped him up in his favorite blanket and gave him his ball so we can take him to the vet for cremation tommorrow. I cant beleive this fathers day I lost one of my best friends