On Saturday, March 10th, I was driving home after a run when, about 10 miles from my house, out on Highway 220, I saw a small dog in the median, tail wagging. It had already made it across two lanes of traffic and had two more to go.
"No, no, no, stay put," I mentally willed the dog as I looked for a place to turn around.
Too late. I looked in my rear view mirror and watched the dog dart into traffic. She was hit by a van doing about 60 mph and did a rolling flip-flop underneath it, coming to rest to in the middle of the road.
The vans and the cars around the van kept driving.