This really is killing me to make right now to write this but my little buddy got hit by a car tonight when he slipped out the door by me. Branch has become more of a battle buddy to me than any human ever could. He is my best friend and Ganders little brother. He has seen me in some of my darkest days and brought light to my world. Tonight I went to leave the house to run and errand and wanted to take branch because he really helps my PTSD, and depression and what not...we were in the storage room gathering some stuff to take somewhere when he nudged the door with his nose and got past me. He ran about half a mile when he ran into S. Beltline rd and I heard squealing tires and a loud hit and Branch whine. It’s looking like his legs broke, possibly pelvis and a lot of skin tore off. His tail was still wagging when I carried him in with his blood on my pants and boots and hands. Putting him down is not an option for me, never leave a man behind and this dog is my brother. I will not give up on you buddy. I am not okay. I love you Branchie. So much.