Skyler
Skyler didn’t come for his supper tonight and he hasn’t been here for many days because you killed him. You stepped on the gas at 80 miles an hour where the speed limit says 60 miles. Skyler didn’t have a chance. It might have been Jim or Joe or Nancy or Jane. You wouldn’t have cared.
Skyler came to us a little yellow and white bundle of dog affection, the kindest gentlest creature I have ever seen. His friendly bark and gentle tail wag endeared him to everyone. He stood back while Brownie and the 3 cats lapped their milk and if there were any left he took it. He lay at the foot of the bed in the cabin in the woods, and if there were a stranger around he was up in me with a threatening growl to protect his master. He was as gentle as a lamb around children and home folks, but fierce as a lion when out chasing coyotes.
I think God gave us dogs and horses to teach us painful lessons. Yes you speed fiend, you killed Skyler and you never even slowed down to see what you hit. Four children and a father and mother, grandparents and all the folks around were made sad because such speed fiends as you are allowed to sit behind the wheel.
You will go on speeding, caring nothing for the rights of others, making our highways a death trap for decent law-abiding drivers. Yes you will go on and on, but some day, some time you will come to a curve or a driving rain in the road or a soft shoulder and then the game will be over.
Oh you speed fiend, won’t you stop this mad rush to get there. Practice a bit of the Golden Rule. Give the other fellow a chance to live. Then we can keep our Skylers and Jims and Joes and Susan and Jane and stop this needless slaughter on our highways.