At 8:30pm yesterday my dogs got out and me and my dad went to look for them. We came back at 10:00... nothing. He went back out, and then at 10:40 I got a call from a lady that said my one dog got hit by a car. At the time I wasn't sure of the dog and if he was okay. I then figured out which dog it was, and learned that he died. He was my favorite dog too.
At around 11:00pm, I went back out with my mom and started looking for the other one. Every hour we switch turns for looking, so noone gets tired. I'm starting to get worried now. It's 4:15am and he's gonna need breakfast soon. Hopefully when the sun comes up he'll be easier to find. I'm keeping my fingers crossed because I don't want to lose both of my dogs at the same time. He's gotta be scared out there all alone, after watching his brother get hit by a car.
R.I.P. - Puff
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