My dog, Scout, was struck and killed on Hwy 231 a couple of weeks ago. My husband, Garey, buried him next to the grave sites of the other dogs I lost, Joe and Lexie. Scout’s friend, Tess, from next door came to the funeral—it’s funny how dogs know about things without being told. Every time I lose a dog, I say I’ll never get another one. Garey says he wants to wait a good long while before we do.