Fawn is a standard chihuahua that I purchased from a pet shop as an anniversary present for my wife. She may have been a present for my wife but she quickly became part of our family. Fawn always greets me and my wife when we return home from work and no matter how hard the day was, she knows how to bring a smile to our face.

One of Fawn’s favorite things to do is taking rides in the car. She especially likes to tag along when we go to the drive-thru to pick up something to eat. I think she has an alterative motive though since she also loves french fries and usually gets a few to eat on the way home. However, one fateful night we did not make it to the drive-through.

It was in August of 2001. We had just returned home from visiting my dad in the hospital. He was facing surgery the next day to have his leg amputated due to complications brought on from diabetes. Since it was late, we decided to go get something to eat and, as usual, Fawn wanted to go along.

The only thing I recall was looking to make sure the light was green and looking down at the speedometer to see how fast I was going. The next thing I saw was the airbag deploying. A drunk driver had run a red light and totaled out our car.

When I looked up, I saw a police officer, who happened to be at the intersection, running over to our car. I then looked over in the passenger seat to see if my son was okay and found out he was. I then asked him where Fawn was and he told me he thought she was in the back seat. We both called for her and, to our great relief, heard her whimper. Then, she leaped up into my lap.

I also remember the great paramedics. They came over to make sure me and my son were okay. They also were concerned about Fawn and checked her over as well. Kudos to the great firefighters and paramedics that work for our safety.

We almost lost our Fawn that night but we thank God that he has allowed us to have her a little while longer. I have just ordered a signed copy of Rescuing Sprite and am looking forward to reading it. I know the day will come when we will loose our Fawn but I am hoping that reading about how Mark dealt with the loss of Sprite will make the grieving process easier.

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