Yes, I terrible feeling. I hit a dog that ran out in front of me in front of the child he belonged to.

About all one can do is stop. But stopping means alot. As a teenager I was out on a ride on my horse. Since I had to ride along the highway for an extended period, our dog had been put up, but apparently the door wasn't latched well and he followed me and caught up with me. He came running right up the middle of the highway and a car hit him, then kept on going. I was devestated and completely at a loss of what to do. There was no where safe to tie the horse and go to the dog, who was still alive and still in the road, and I couldn't handle the dog and the horse at the same time. Fortunately, a friend's father drove by very soon, stopped and gently picked up my dog to take him back to our house, where my parents were home.


I also lost a friend in graduate school who was killed when she swerved to miss a squirrel and lost control of her vehicle.