My grandma walked into the house and told me she needed to talk to me. I walked in and she said," I don't know how to tell you... Ewing's been hit." " Is he okay?" i asked. " No sweetie. he didn't make it. he died instantly and is in no pain." She replied. " Where's the driver?" i demanded. "he's gone. he apologized and left." i sat there on the bed and sobbed. I didn't think i had any tears left. Then my mom came home. I went outside to look at my baby. There he was. Under a tarp. I lifted the tarp and saw him. His eyes clouded over. I knelt by his side and wept. My dad lifted him up and carried him to the car. Once we got to the vet, it took them 20 minutes to get to us. When they got outside, my dad lifted him from the car with the most care. He carried him in the door and left him to be cremated. When me and my mom went back to pick him up, attatched to the box was a poem...Rainbow Bridge. My mom read it and cried and i read it and cried. I held the box with Ewing in it so very carefully. Today, he is sitting on my mom's desk. He is where he belongs. In the arms of the ones who loved him.