— Matteo Wyllyamz (@mouselink)
I stepped out of the shower, and was surprised to see my partner Phoebe standing in the hallway. I didn’t know she had come home, and she had an anguished look on her face.
"I think Snyph is dead." She said, her voice breaking.
She had gotten a call from a friend who said she thought our dog had been hit by a car on the highway down the road from our house. I immediately realized I hadn’t seen our 12-year-old Jack Russell terrier in the last half hour. We both went outside and called for her. Our puppy was nowhere to be seen.