by Emily
I will never forget that night of August 6,1999. My dad and I were watering the flowers and my dog BeBe was in the backyard on the run. Suddenly I heard tires screech and somehthing yelp. I turned around very quickly to find BeBe in the street with a car right in front of her and blood pouring from her chest. I ran over to her so fast that I pulled the muscle in my leg. I ran inside crying hysterically to tell my mom what had happened and to get a towel. While I got the towel she called the vet. By the time we had gotten outside again my neighbor had come over and offered for me to stay at her house while my parents took BeBe to the vet. My parents came back and we went home. The vet called us back around 9:30 pm. He told us that three legs would have to be amputated and that she had severe internal bleeding. He also said that she would have to go through months of surgery. We chose to save her the suffering and put her to sleep. I never knew that when she goot hit it would be the last time I ever saw her. I do miss her a lot but I know that she's in a better place.