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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.