On August 18 2011 at  6:30 am I opened the front door of my house to let my Fat Baby out to potty like I do evryday and I already know he should have been on a leash but this was Fatttie I have had him from birth and he never needed a leash so I just let him out and all was going as it normally would but halfway durring his busines he stops and just runs across the street chasing a cat. Truth be toldhe didnt care for cats but wouldnt hurt them. He just wanted the cat away from his house. Well he went into the street something he never does. Just as he went in the street a box truck comes hauling ass down my quiet little street. There was nothing I could do. I yelled Fattie as loud as I could but it was too late he was hit. I can not explain the pain i felt in my chest the instant he was hit. I felt my world stop. I heard my heart break. He was such a good boy. He ran to the house so I could let him in so he could be safe but I saw him get hit and I knew he had to go to his vet so I loaded him up in the car to take him to Dr. Todd. there was blood evrywhere but he just sat in his seat like a big boy going for another car ride. When we get to the end of the street I see the truck that just hit my baby sitting in the parking lot of the big company that is at the end of our road and I wanted to stop so bad. I wanted to beat the crap out of whoever was in that truck no matter how big they were but I couldnt my baby was bleeding to death in the seat he loved so much. My two regrets to this day are not having him on a leash and not stopping at that truck when I had a chance. So i get Fattie to my mom and dads house and daddy puts him in a wagon and pulls him to his vets around the block. His little legs just dangling over the side of the wagon. Never once did he cry. Dr. Todd told me as soon as he saw him told me the truck was going well over the 30 mph that it should have been going. He also said I had to put him down it was the right thing to do. He was going to loose both his front legs as they were broke in atleast 6 places each leg and there was no telling what it had done to his insides. OMG I cant tell you how horriable I felt. I had let Fattie down. I didnt keep him safe. I was a bad mom. I said goodbye to him and had to let him go. I thought that was the worst hurt I could feel. I was wrong but that comes later. I left Dr.Todd and went directly to the business where the truck stopped cause I figured it was their truck. It wasnt but they did pull up the truck in video servaliance and gave me the licence plate number and I was more than shocked I was horrified. It was a government truck. No way! Now i was pissed. I had to find out who was driving the truck. I just wanted them to be aware that it could have been somebodys child out there waiting for the school bus or something. School did start the next week. So I go down to our police station here in San Angelo and tell the officer the entire story of what happened crying the entire time and that m***** f***** looked at me and said its just a dog. You dont have to stop when you hit a dog. They did nothing wrong. I just wanted to know if there was a website I could put in the licence plate number and find out who owns the truck. He said something along the lines of if he had areason to help he would but this was just a dog. He would not be helping me. Now I was no longer hurt I was pissed. Fattie was not just a dog he was my baby! I had slept with his head next to mine on the pillow we shared evryday for the last 2 years and 9 months. And that was the hardest thing ever in my life was to lay down the first few weeks and not have my little man there next to me. It took a few months and I had to buy a new bed before I could even try to sleep in the room I shared with him. Anyways I left the police station and went to go see my pastor and you can say what you want to but the day I left pastors I found the truck that hit my baby. Ask the Lord and he will provide! So the next day I go to where the truck is and ask who was driving the truck and tell them why I want to know and they said oh nobody blah blah blah and I had to take them out there and show them my Fat Babys blood still on the licence plate. A week later they moved. I was not satisfied of the result of all this and just couldnt get that police officers words out of my head. So here I am. Dont complain about it do something about it! Please help me make it against the law to take a life and not be held accountable in any way. Lets say to all that pets are not just pets they are members of our family. Help me make a difference. I dont want anybody to hear the words he is just a dog! Thank you.