by Natasha Diann Menish
(Inman Nebraska)
Snickers
He was 5 years old, until the day I woke up and my mom and dad told me to go look for him. When everybody left my sister called the house and told me he had been run over. I started crying right then and there. We loved him and he loved us.
Now my life is going slow but it took my family at least a year to get over him. Then we got an american bulldog named Hopey Jane, and we have another american bulldog named Shelby.