I was driving south on a very busy highway. About a couple of km before my turnoff turnoff you dashed across the 3 lanes of traffic. It was dark and the car in the 3rd lane didn't hit you, but you were between all his wheels and rolled over, still alive.
I pulled over, put on my flashers, and backed up hoping against hope you might be alive. I stopped and got out of the car. You were dead, sweet baby, on the highway in the middle lane. Cars had knocked you about several times and I shuddered as another car did the same, though you couldn't feel it.
Then a passing car knocked you towards me, close enough to reach you, and the traffic cleared just enough. I picked you up, still warm and soft. I placed you at the edge of the shoulder.

I hope your family found you. I knew when I first saw you that you were well fed and cared for, and loved.

I wish I could have saved you. Play happy at the bridge, nameless sweetheart. Love you.