As I stood in the confines of our home, the weight of the morning's events pressed heavily upon me. The joyful sounds of the courtyard felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the stark reality of loss. Diana was no longer there to greet me with her wagging tail and playful bark, and the silence left a hollow ache in my heart. I struggled to comprehend how quickly everything had changed, how one moment of tranquility had given way to grief. In time, I knew I would carry the memories of her love and loyalty with me, but for now, I allowed myself to feel the pain, hoping that, eventually, it would transform into a bittersweet remembrance of the joy she brought into my life.
It was a peaceful morning, with the sun shining brightly and the sounds of early traffic. The dogs were out of their cages and were roaming the courtyard; everything seemed calm and peaceful. I was woken up by the noise of a vacuum cleaner, so I got out of bed and started my day. I was heading out with my mom when I heard a scream coming from outside. I rushed out trying to identify where the scream was coming from.
And there I saw my dog, Diana lying on the street whimpering with a car behind her, I was frozen in shock. I didn't cry, nor break down I just stood there. Waiting for her to stop whimpering and to stand up and to go back to how it was 10 minutes before, her running around the courtyard, but she didn't. She stopped whimpering eventually but her eyes started to close and that's when I realized the situation! My mom rushed me out of the area and brought me inside the house, a few minutes later animal control came.
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