When I was a small boy, about 5 or 6 years old, I had my own dog. His name was Dino (after the family pet in The Flintstones), and he was a terrier. He was the only pet I ever could call my own, and I loved him dearly. Growing up on a farm was an ideal place to have a dog - I played with him all the time.
It happened so quickly. Dino and I were walking along the road near our farm - as we had done many times before.
A lorry passed us by.
In a split second - Dino was dead and I saw it happen. This was the saddest day in my young life and I cried for days not understanding that we couldn't play together any more.
Yesterday, our cat Harley that we had for just four months, died on the road outside our house.
Girls - I think I know how you feel.
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