Little

The first I learned of it was a bang and hysterical screaming. I ran from our back yard into the front yard, to see 'ding 3 running back to the house, crying, 'She got hit! She got hit!'

I ran to the big street in front of our house to see her poor, broken body, which had been so lively only moments before, lying, lifeless, in one of the lanes.

People were already there, checking the collar and crying, when our family arrived. Our dog, Little, was gone from us, and we didn't know what to do.

We buried Little in our side yard, wrapped in a blanket, head pillowed on her 'fish': her felted toy. Our neighbors comforted us, as did members of our small group.

Little was precious to us, and she will always have a special place in our hearts. We must, however, learn to move on. I'm not quite ready yet, but today we have up to have a hectic day of piano lessons (we have Guild Auditions Monday) and school (it is a co-op day), and tomorrow I go on a field trip to Busch Gardens.

My dear, poor puppy, I will miss you. I love you, Little.

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