Being in a kennel was hard for Benito. He loved people and wanted to be with them, but the stress of the kennel environment was growing on him, and that was taking a toll on his physical and mental health. So we made a plan. We were going all in for Benito, he deserved a home. We loved him. I committed to taking him on multiple long walks each day off our property, new sights, new smells, a break from the shelter, something I’ve done for numerous dogs over my ten years here. 

The afternoon of September 11th, was Benito’s last walk. We headed out like the many times before, headed for Joppa Hill. Kept to a short leash we hugged the grass. A car swerved into the breakdown lane, but they didn’t slow. I couldn’t get Benito and myself out of the way fast enough. My leg took a hit and Benito’s leash was ripped from my hands. I don’t know how, but I managed to jump up and find Benito. We were both standing, a miracle, but Benito slowly laid down and in my arms on the side of 101 succumbed to his internal injuries.

I spent that night in the hospital, had a small surgery the next morning and was home resting not long after. And it'll forever break my heart that Benito didn't make it home.  Physically, I’ll be okay. But right now I’m hurting, as is my Animal Rescue League of NH family. We all love Benito, and our hearts are simply shattered. 

Every year, I walk or run our Howl-o-Ween 5k with a shelter dog. Though I always hope the dog of my choosing is adopted before the event, I had already planned on taking Benito. He loved people. He loved being around other dogs, and there was no doubt that he would be super cute in whatever costume we came up with. 

This year, I can't run with Benito, but I will run (or maybe walk depending on how my leg heals) for him.

And maybe you could to? Join my race team, donate in his memory, and at the very least pay attention while driving. Benito didn't deserve to die this way, no one does. 

Rest easy Benito, you'll always be home with me.