by
Meghan M, North Bay, Canada, Age 13
I
had finished work and was taking the bus home. For some reason I
had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that something bad
was going to happen. I tried to ignore it and think about seeing
my son when i got home. We turned onto my street and I could see
my son and his friends playing with my dog Sky. I got off at the
bus stop and called out, "Hey there, son!". He turned
and waved back. Just then a blue car splattered with mud came racing
down the street. Someone called out, "Car!", and everyone
rushed off the road. Everyone, that is, except Sky. He was chasing
a ball. My son called him, "Sky!Sky!". But it was too
late. That car ran into Sky, hit him. It didn't even have the heart
to stop! I rushed over to see Sky lying there, his side heaving.
With the strength I had I picked him up and layed him on the grass.
With one last look at us, Sky closed his eyes forever.
