I watched a car drive over the ‘Valla Beach dog’ Ruby today. A handful of people and I had to soothe her while she died; I had to try talk to the vet on the phone and still look collected in front of everyone because I was at work and the guy didn’t hear me when I tried to call out that she was under his car sunbaking on the warm asphalt. He drove away without even looking to see what his car has driven over - twice. I had to try looking like I wasn’t breaking down because I didn’t want to upset the owners who were trying to explain to their young sons why Ruby wouldn’t get up. We just stayed with her and waited til she died, and I called Ricky and he got me home and now I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked and how I couldn’t help the owners properly and couldn’t even get that man to stop before he drove right over her. I’m a mess and all I feel is sadness for the poor family who had walked their dog up to the cafe and driven her back home in the boot.