On June 30, at 5:30 pm I opened my car door to discover my beloved Jaida Mae laying with her sweet face on the driver's side floor, nose up against the bottom of the door, her tongue protruding from the side of her mouth, and her body up over the consol. She was dead and hot. I cannot contain my grief. I need to share this tragedy because I need to heal, I want to deal with the guilt I feel and I want people to be reminded how easily this can happen. I recently moved to this house on June 1 after living in the same home for 26 years. I moved because this property was completely fenced, front and back and is on a half acre. I thought it would be better for my 4 dogs and as a bonus it was 30 seconds to a private beach. Jaida loved to swim, as did Stuey and Mollie so I thought it would be perfect. I never even got a chance to take Jaida to the beach as I was waiting to get settled in before I let them know how close we were or I knew they would all be at that back gate whining or barking to go to the beach. I still have and had so much unpacking and organizing to do, as well,my daughter and her boyfriend came less than a week ago to stay and also my son. It was pretty chaotic around here. On June 30th at 2:45 I opened my car door to get the gate opener off my visor and let our renters of our prior home out the gate and then put the opener back. The gate closed before they had their son strapped in his car seat, so I retrieved the opener again and then put it back. Did Jaida climb into the back seat of the car when my back was turned, did I leave the door open and did she enter at another time and someone else walk by the car and innocently shut the door or was it when I put my new insurance papers in the car? The insurance papers were laying on the seat, out of their plastic envelope, damp and barely legible due to being wet, beside Jaida. Did I open the door, get distracted by something, throw the papers in the car intending to go back and put them in the glove compartment, leaving the door open. I do not know and do not understand why she did not bark, why there was no marks of her nose against the glass or drool on the dash, just damp insurance papers and damp front seats. Jaida was my soulful dog. She was soft and sweet. She moved quietly and gracefully. She carefully found a crevice in your laying body, curled herself up to fit or stretched out along your body and slept in that position with you for the night. She never let you forget breakfast and dinner time. She had soft brown, round, big, beautiful eyes. She had a barely audible whine if you happened to shut her out of the bedroom, yet a big bark when she wanted to remind you it was meal time. She never, ever once pooped or peed inside the house, ever. She loved to play bow and [CENSORED] her head to the side when you talked to her. She was mommy to little Pebbles and taught her tug when Pebbles only weighed 2 pounds. She had a new friend, named Dodgie, a little daschund that she loved to engage in a game of tag, running around and around the giant cedar in our new back yard. There is tons more I could say about my sweet Jaida Mae but I guess I need to say goodbye to her and tell her I am so, so sorry. If there is a God, Jaida will be swimming, playing tag, fetching balls, hiking in the bush, eating the best food and curling up peacefully and content with a smile each night. I love you and miss you so much, Jaida Mae.