It happened in late july. It was a school day when it all happened. When I got home my family was sitting in the living room together in dead silence. My mother got up and told me the bad news. “Early in the afternoon today around 11:20 Rover had been hit by a black car” My mother had told me. It’s been 8 years ever since the incident happened. My dog’s name was Rover. Rover was all white with black spots. He always greeted me with a wagging tale and a big sloppy wet kiss on my face.
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