This was Baxter. One of the coolest dogs ever. It fukked me up when he died. I was sleeping. Like 530 am my girl let's him out the front door to pee. Both my dogs ran out in the street, the White Horse pike, sort of a main road. Luckily only Baxter got hit. I wake up to her screaming for me...I come out he's all scraped up, I thought at first he got in a fight with an animal cuz he was a scrapper. Soon as I realize he seriously hurt, I pick him up hop in the car, and rush him to the animal ER, putting my fingers all in his mouth damn near down his throat just tryin to keep him alive, im beggin him not to die, we almost there, GPS said we were half a mile away. That's when I knew he was gone. That shyt fukked up, that's was my motherfukkin heart.