Warning: May be upsetting to dog lovers

As I was driving through Atalissa on my way home last night, I hit a doggy with my truck. She just ran right into my tire. I didn't even have time to slow down between the time that I saw her and when I hit her. My stomach just dropped out from under me. I pulled over to the side of the road, and met a van with a woman yelling, "Oreo!" I saw the dog before she saw me and drove over to him, and I ran up behind her. She lifted up the dog, saying, "Oreo, Oreo" like she was trying to keep her awake. She looked up and saw me, and I said, "I'm so sorry. She just ran out in front of me." She replied, "Her heart's still beating. It's okay, she likes to run."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No, it's okay."

But it wasn't okay. As I turned to leave, I saw a boy running to catch up with his mother; he had such a stricken look on his face. He couldn't have been more than seven.

I'll probably never know if Oreo survived. But I hope she will.