Well it all happened 3 days ago. My sister was holding onto my 6 month old puppy's collar. I was walking out the door. Gracie was the dog's name, and Gracie slipped out of her collar. She ran all the way up the street and across the highway. I went to go follow her. My sister couldn't because she just took a shower and she was wearing a towel. I couldn't get Gracie because she was TOO fast. An oil truck was coming bye. I thought, oh, no. Gracie runs right into it's wheels and the oil truck stops when it gets a few yards down the highway. I didn't want to see what Gracie looked like now- I started screaming. I felt bad because the last thing I said to her was "You stupid dog!" Because she kept on running, wanting to play. I went home screaming, and crying. My sister was dressed now. She starts crying when I tell her. She runs over to gracie. She walks away and puwekd all over the road. I felt so bad. I am crying at this moment, actually. I wish I could see her again. But I'll wait. Gracie will wait there, happily with my other 14 year old dog. He died in his sleep. Gracie was bloodhound, black lab, and german shepard. She was only 6 MONTHS old. Gracie is probably running in the beautiful meadow, has plenty of food, and water, and every toy in the world. She is probably happy, but missing me. But when the time comes, (wich won't be soon hopefuly), Gracie will be there, runs to me, and we live together forever and ever. gracie is now buried at my grandpa's, about a mile into the woods, on a trail, under a beautiful maple tree. Gracie is probably missing me- but I talk to her every nite. Well anyway my sister calls my mom and she comes home from work. We all are sad. But grcaie is up there for all I know, happy and playful. Gracie will be happy for eternity-and forever.