Came home from work and found the dogs in the front but my favorite pal was missing, I asked my dad where he was and he didn't answer. I known he been getting out lots and thought the worst, he ran away. I jumped in the car and drove around town for 3 hours, all the while tears stream down my face, as I think the worst could of happen. I search and search and it's hitting night time, I been up all night but can't give up the search. I go home and walk to the back house and start crying at not finding my pal. I sob as another dog tries to comfort me, before my mom comes into the kitchen. I know what she's going to tell me, he was run over, the night prior and was finding the way to tell me the news. I cry and cry, thinking of my best pal of 9 years. He was born there, he was chubby but ran so fast and would jump and lick me when I felt the worst. I would hug him and carry him like my baby, he was my go to dog. I didn't care if he was a mutt, he was mine and I loved him more than anything, I would give all my belongings to be with him once again. I didn't get to hug him one last time, or pet him. I hope one day, I can see him and hug him again, before we cross the bridge. I miss you Reese's, I'll always love you.